” You reply, “There are two open seats by her, let’s go sit there.” You grab my hand and walk me towards the brunette. You guide me to sit ...ext to her. As we sit down, the brunette looks at us with a smile. “Hi how are you?” she asks. “Doing great,” I answer. “Are you here alone?” you ask. “Yes I am, actually. I had a long week and needed to unwind,” she replies. You laugh and say, “Same here. Can we buy you a drink?” She agrees, “Sure, I’ll have a Stella.”“What’s your name?” you. I picked up the phone and texted back: “Wheels up? Passport? For what?” I pressed send. My phone buzzed immediately. _________________________ Cliff Flight. Think Tropical.Dress very sexy. fifty-seventh minutes. _________________________ My fingers texted rapidly: “Flight? Tropical? I can’t just fly somewhere.” _________________________ Cliff Your promise: submission with no limits.fifty-four minutes. _________________________ “What?” I asked out loud again,. “You may remove the carrot and greet Zeke, dear heart,” Doctor Hooker instructed, having properly calmed himself over the last ten minutes.Mrs. Waxerman gratefully pushed the carrot out of her mouth and put it gently on the table. After moving her jaws a little, she spoke.“Good morning Ezekiel. Where are your brothers and sister? You should have been up before now,” Victoria asked in her usual accusatory manner.“Ummm, you see ... well last night ... shit!”“Ezekiel Waxerman! There will be no. Dennis straightened his tie nervously, glancing back at Ursi for support, but she was smirking, eagerly awaiting the spectacle she sought to create.“Er ... excuse me,” Dennis muttered meekly, and Kaisha turned to look around. Finding nobody at eye level, she looked down to see him standing beside her stool. She burbled something in Borealan, a greeting of some kind? A simple acknowledgment? Impossible to say. How the hell was he supposed to ask her anything when they didn’t share a common.