She was sitting at a window table that overlooked the harbour. Two of her friends (I assumed) were with her. One I could only see from the back; a mas... of wavy, careless auburn locks was her most distinctive feature. The other, sitting between the two by the window was small, dark haired in what I thought of as a pixie cut. She wasn't especially pretty as far as I could tell.I was sitting in the middle of the narrow lower level of the pub, facing the three women from an angle. Two of the trio. She leaned forward and placed her upper bodyweight on her arm cradling her chin in her left palm and allowed herself the privilege of the daydream she wanted so much to occur in reality. The two of them together locked in boundless ecstasy, if even for one night. At that moment she wanted that more than she wanted her next breath. She threw caution to the wind and sent him a message of ‘hello’ to test the waters between them and to see if would indeed talk to her. To her absolute delight Claude. She had turned left. She had walked the three wet streets that separated the restaurant from the posh and very, very expensive hotel. She had never been inside it before, although this was her city where she had lived all her life.After minutes of hesitation she had walked through the brass and glass revolving doors. She knew she must look shabby in her rain soaked coat and dripping hair. But she had decided not to follow the door full circle and back out again. She had decided to walk across. Dawn had even greeted him warmly and made him welcome for the few minutes he had to wait for Helen to join him in their lounge room.But Helen had been worth waiting for, as she came to join him looking absolutely ravishing; so sexy. He was almost surprised that Dawn would let her go out with him dressed like that, clearly no bra and it wasn't too difficult to catch a glimpse of those glorious breasts.The movie had been forgettable but the date wasn't. They had sat holding hands and she leaned.