“I’m Sam. Can I buy you a drink?”
He didn’t make it to five, she thought. “Thanks. Scotch, neat.”
A nod to the barkeep and a glass with scotch appeared.
“You come here often?” Sam asked.
Is that the best he can come up with? she said to herself “First time. I’m new in the area and I don’t know anyone.”
He watched her throw back the drink.
“Another?” Sam asked.
“Maybe, but I’d like to get out of here.”
“I live around the corner if you’d like a nightcap.”
“You know, Sam, I’d like that.
He really did live just around the corner. Emily took off her coat and made herself comfortable. When Sam came out of the kitchen and set down the two drinks, she stood up. He retuned her warm smile and she went to him. From behind, she put her left hand on Sam’s forehead. Sam closed his eyes and as she pressed firmly on his forehead. He never saw the right hand come shooting up, cupping the chin and snapping his head back in concert with a quick twist of the left hand. This wasn’t her first. In fact, Sam made lucky thirteen.