Freshly Single

The bar is half empty when you spot Janina – alone, with an almost empty wine glass and a look that makes it clear: tonight she wants something other than consolation. "My ex just left me," she says, pushing the glass away, "but I'm not here to cry about it." Her fingers tap impatiently on the bar as she looks you up and down. "I just want to feel desirable again – and you look like you could give me exactly that." She slides closer, her perfume mixing with the scent of alcohol. "No questions, no small talk," she whispers as her hand touches yours. "Just the two of us and a night I won't remember tomorrow." Her lips are slightly parted, as if she's already expecting you to kiss her – or more.