Wednesday night sitting on the patio at Press. Woman with tattoos, in a
yellow tank top sitting with a loud group of friends. I was sitting at the
table behind you watching the game, tall, black shirt, shorts and white
hat. I heard your laugh and knew I'd like to hear it again. Your eyes were
captivating, I just want to know if they caught sight of me. I wanted to
buy you another glass of wine but you were standing ready to leave with
another guy, doesn't surprise me... Husband? Bf? Just a friend? I'm there
every Wednesday. Come find me!