The Restaurant

I’ve seen her type before. She’s gorgeous, and she knows it. Long black hair, fantastic figure – and she’s making sure everyone’s aware of it. Look at her: taking her coat off, with her eyes flicking all round the room. Making sure people are watching. Making sure that all the men are watching. And, of course, I am. I shouldn’t be. I know what she’s doing; I shouldn’t give her the satisfaction. But I can’t help it. She is gorgeous.

I’ve seen his type before. I’m just taking my coat off, and he’s sitting there staring at me. The pervert.