Apologize

“Hey look I’m just hitting on you,” you reassure her, “you’re honestly really beautiful and I was hoping to get your number. I didn’t mean any offense.”

You put your money on the counter and turn to leave, but she grabs your hand.

“Who are the condoms for then,” she says suspiciously, “if you are all of a sudden Mr. nice guy.”

“I’m going to a wedding this weekend,” you tell her, “two of my best friends from back home are getting hitched, over in Southold.”

“So you’re expecting to get laid at said wedding?”

“Well...I sure hope so, my ex and I recently split up.”

She looks you up and down, measuring you up.

“You know Southold is only a few towns away, I’m gonna be bar hopping with some friends of mine tomorrow night” she suddenly says, her eyes hovering over your crotch before making eye contact again. She reaches over and pulls your hand to her.

“Do NOT come looking for me unless you call and I tell you that you can,” she commands as she writes a number on your wrist. “What’s your name anyway, loverboy?”

“Bill” you mumble as you stare in disbelief at the number, “and you are?”

“Excited to see you tomorrow,” she teases, “now go out there and fuck that chick in the car.”

“Wait what? How did yo-”

“She was clearly blowing you as you slowly pulled into the parking lot, your windows aren’t blacked out you know.” With a wink and a giggle, she sits down behind the counter and goes on her phone.