Who was it?

A Black Patron

Lois turned around sharply in time to see a man stepping up to her. Lois had to crane her neck up a bit to look the man in the face. He was fairly handsome black guy with a strong jaw and smooth skin. Down below he had on a pair of torn designer jeans and a sleeveless shirt. But what really caught her eye was the unabashed eye fucking he was currently giving her. Even though she was blatantly looking at him he was too busy trying to burn a hole through her clothes to notice. Lois found herself blushing at the intensity of his stare but eventually cleared her throat to get his attention.

“Ahem... Hey, can I help you?” She said curtly and crossed her arms.

The man finally looked up at her eyes with his own and spoke in a deep voice.

“Heh, sorry about that. I got distracted for a second there. But yes, I was wondering if you wanted to dance a bit. Seems a shame for such an attractive woman to be all alone over here.” He said with a pearly white smile.

Lois felt her heart hammering in her chest and her cheeks glow. Inwardly she was cursing herself. The guy wasn’t even that good looking. So why was she feeling like this? The reporter managed to calm down a bit before answering. Should she accept? On one hand he seemed like a regular and might have some information for her. But her instincts also told her he was giving off a weird vibe.