“Buy me a drink?”

She was slim, fit, wearing a bright and deep red shirt, cut low, revealing. Her smile pulled me in. I nodded. She sat on the barstool next to mine.

“What sort of music do you listen to?” I asked, wanting to start a conversation that might lead to a second drink, and a third, and after that… My mind was reeling in the possibilities.

“I don’t listen to much music,” she said.

I paid the tab and left.