It's saturday night in that smokey hotel bar, I see you sitting there across the room fingering on your glass. Is it whiskey perhaps or maybe gin? You are wearing that high button shirt and your hair is casually comed back.
I wonder if you know that I'm watching you from across the room, your every move, your every sip. I lurk in the shadows, carefully planning each move so my intentions won't be revealed right away. You seem tired, troubled somehow, I can smell your vulnerability all the way from here.
As if you could hear my thoughts your head moves in my direction. I pause and put down my glass. I drink water on the rocks since I'm afraid of getting misty-eyed. No one wants to be misty on a night like this.
You are a hunter, it's women you hunt and I am one of them, you just don't know it yet. So far I am just an observer from a corner of a bar and you a midnight stranger..
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