Elle

One day, a young woman called Elle came to the office, a customer actually, and when our meeting concluded, she looked me over and asked: "So - what are your plans for the evening?" "I don't know. Shuffling papers. Eating out. Go see a movie ..." I told myself that it was much too early to call it a day. Or was it? We were alone in the office. I could see her breathing. The rising of clavicles over a flat chest. Her face was cute, an Asian Audrey Hepburn type. Nice smile. I could see that she was nervous because of what I had said. Rebuked her. "How about you?" I asked her. "I don't know. Get bored in a bar somewhere. Nursing a drink as the saying goes. Which is kind of stupid, when you think about it. Breastfeeding liquor."