Harry Shuffled the deck of cards and pushed it across the table. "Deal" He said. "One more hand" I agreed. It was a way to pass the time.
More importantly, it was a way to avoid talking about myself. Normally I enjoy bragging on myself a bit, but Harry seemed to enjoy it a little too much.
His probing questions were enough to make any respectable woman blush. The way his black eyes darted from my torso, to my face, then back at his hand was unsettling.
He was enamored with me and wanted me to be certain of it. The worst part was, I wanted it. The more attention he payed me, the more I craved. My mind and heart were wrestling inside my body.
The latter beating so furiously it's a wonder Harry didn't hear it.
Of all the well-bred men in this city, why did he have to be the one sharing my car? If I didn't know any better I'd say he had a hand in it. He is undoubtedly sly enough.
This was the sort of man who belonged in a boxcar, not a first class carriage.
"So sorry dear." Harry slapped his hand on the table. A royal flush. A long-held puff of air escaped my lungs as my eyes reluctantly met his. "I suppose you want your winnings.
" I said, rummaging through my bag with a tinge of exasperation. "Right you are, but I don't want cash." he said while sweeping the cards off the table, putting them back in his suit pocket.
"I require my prize in the form of liquor. Do you drink?" "Regrettably so" I shot back, my eyes narrowing at the direction of his impending proposal. "Perfect.
There is a remarkable little restaurant in the town of Conflans, on the edge of Albertville. Meet me there at nine o'clock this evening.
I'll be standing at the entrance of the town, you can't miss it." Before I could protest, he was out of his seat kissing my hand goodnight. "What an insufferable man!" I thought to myself.
"How dare he assume I would want to spend the better part of the evening with him?". More importantly, why was that the very thing I wanted most?