She had the look of someone who had been around the block a few times and wouldn’t mind another trip if the right guy came along. For a second Tommy managed to convince himself that he could be the one, but his optimism quickly subsided.
Stilettos. Cigarette. A small wrist tattoo stealing a second of screen time with each effortless exhale. He was an accountant for Christ’s sake. Still, he smiled despite himself. It’s amazing what the right look from the wrong woman can do.
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