Choose Monica Walker

'Got a light?'

You were caught completely off-guard by the sudden interruption to your deliberating and jumped a little. At this, the questioning voice gave a little giggle. You turned around sharply and saw the shaggy haired blonde woman stood nonchalantly in front of you, one arm in the crook of the other, and an unlit cigarette in her raised hand. She swung this cigarette in a slight circular motion as she asked again:

'I said, "Got a light?"'

You blinked a couple of times and then muttered something to the affirmative and fished around in your pocket for your, for Angelica's lighter. You were about to just hand it over, when one of of Angelica's hosting mannerisms kicked in, and you instead switched the clicker, conjuring an electric blue flame from the lighter, then leaned forward with the proffered light. The woman bowed slightly in thanks, then bowed deeper as she placed the cigarette in her mouth and brought it to the flame. As she took a luxuriant inhale, your eyes fell to her low cut dress, and the breasts therein to which you now had a perfect view of. You tried to look away but you were transfixed. Then her eyes swung upwards and caught you looking. You turned away quickly, your olive cheeks darkening with embarrassment. You mumbled an apology and turned away to run back inside.

A hand landed on your shoulder. Almost reluctantly, you turned back to see Monica Walker stifling a laugh. 'It's okay to stare, you know. Most do. It only annoys me when it's men doing the staring. When a woman does it, though, I take it as a great compliment.' She blew out a thin plume of smoke and grinned. 'Or a sign of great jealousy. Either way, it's all good for me.'

You narrowed your eyes. That was definitely a very Jessica thing to say. You had been almost sure it was her before, then not so sure, out of sheer embarrassment on your part, but now you were one hundred per cent sure it was her. You could outright ask, but Jessica would never admit it, not straight away, in any case. You had to catch her out, but how?

(Author: Timofee)