"Ah- oui-" Francis blinked and watched her for a moment as the driver pulled out the luggage and handed it over. He collected it and watched Linh for a while longer, all of his words having been spent in the cab and leaving him a little breathless.
But regardless, he shook his head and motioned her inside, quickly leading the way and stowing her belongings safetly away under a locked counter. He took her shoulders and pointed to the dancefloor, motioning around and grinning. "Oui!" he had to get a little closer, just so she could hear of course- but his eyes had spotted something just out of the corner of his eye that looked like...
"More- just a party! But if you just ask ze bartender he can make you a Shirly temple ma cherie~ Ah... Zat is... it is non-alcoholic of course-!" he blinked and glanced over, most definitely staring at the woman who was dressed... sinfully. He cleared his throat, pulling back and looking at My Linh again with a weak smile.
"Ah... could you, excuse me-? For just a few minutes cherie I assure you- I will make it up to you-"
My Linh followed his gaze to an attractive and scantily-clad women. Her eyebrows rose, almost as if she was surprised that Francis was indeed a male with testosterone. She nodded minutely, sure leave me alone here in this loud place. "Do not worry, take your time."
It takes a lot longer than a few minutes to chat up a lady and take her home with you, after all. My Linh didn't expect Francis to come back anytime soon.
Mmm, but what to do now? Shirley Temple is a drink that he said she could have. Maybe I'll go have one of those, My Linh thought as she unraveled her scarf and approaches the bar.
But regardless, he shook his head and motioned her inside, quickly leading the way and stowing her belongings safetly away under a locked counter. He took her shoulders and pointed to the dancefloor, motioning around and grinning. "Oui!" he had to get a little closer, just so she could hear of course- but his eyes had spotted something just out of the corner of his eye that looked like...
"More- just a party! But if you just ask ze bartender he can make you a Shirly temple ma cherie~ Ah... Zat is... it is non-alcoholic of course-!" he blinked and glanced over, most definitely staring at the woman who was dressed... sinfully. He cleared his throat, pulling back and looking at My Linh again with a weak smile.
"Ah... could you, excuse me-? For just a few minutes cherie I assure you- I will make it up to you-"
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It takes a lot longer than a few minutes to chat up a lady and take her home with you, after all. My Linh didn't expect Francis to come back anytime soon.
Mmm, but what to do now? Shirley Temple is a drink that he said she could have. Maybe I'll go have one of those, My Linh thought as she unraveled her scarf and approaches the bar.
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