She walked into the room, slightly behind a male and female colleague.
He watched from his place at the bar.
She tripped over a curled corner of a rug, stumbling slightly.
He smiled.
She noticed a security camera and posed elegantly, briefly.
He observed the trio as they made their way to an empty table.
She walked over to where he sat at the bar, bright lights reflecting off her deep blue eyes.
He said “Quonk flar rasp klek malanarr.”
She asked “Could you send a waiter over to table nineteen, please?”
He had a confused look on his face.
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Another hundred words, slightly rearranged from part one of this story. Still no clues as to who, why, where, what etc.… so, needless to say To Be Continued.
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