- Apr 16, 2021
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- Ich will Werbung machen / I want to advertise
My laughter is so light and twinkly that even I almost believe it. Being a bartender: it's a weird gig for such a staunch introvert like me, I'll admit. As a quiet, nervous type who finds my joy in solitude, no one could have predicted I'd choose to subject myself to this kind of inane interaction with loud strangers on a regular basis.
I hear the door open and sweep another body in from the rainy chill outside. By the time I spin around, the damp newcomer is pulling out a chair at the farthest end of the counter. I still can't see a face beyond the dark bundle of hood and scarf, but the striking crimson gloves that poke out from black sleeves catch my eye before I get back on task.
Judging by the jacket, I assume my hooded guest is female. One at a time, she plucks the bright red leather gloves from her long fingers and places them neatly into her bag. She peels the gray wool scarf away from her mouth and drapes it over the back of the chair. When she finally pulls back her rain-laden hood to reveal a smart chin-length bob, I note how her hair matches the charcoal black of her down-filled coat. She mimes taking in her surroundings through her lightly fogged glasses as she unhooks the clip cinching her waist.
I get so caught up watching her that I lose count of the citrus vodka I have flowing into the shaker tin.
Peeled and settled, the pretty newcomer smoothes down the sides of her glossy hair and rubs the end of her nose with the back of her hand.
I feel the reality of her struggle. There's nothing glamorous about being outside this time of year. Any nighttime stroll ends up being about as enjoyable as a cold, wet slap to the face, leaving you hot and wet underneath All Those layers by the time you get to your destination ... https://www.admiralescorts.com/
I hear the door open and sweep another body in from the rainy chill outside. By the time I spin around, the damp newcomer is pulling out a chair at the farthest end of the counter. I still can't see a face beyond the dark bundle of hood and scarf, but the striking crimson gloves that poke out from black sleeves catch my eye before I get back on task.
Judging by the jacket, I assume my hooded guest is female. One at a time, she plucks the bright red leather gloves from her long fingers and places them neatly into her bag. She peels the gray wool scarf away from her mouth and drapes it over the back of the chair. When she finally pulls back her rain-laden hood to reveal a smart chin-length bob, I note how her hair matches the charcoal black of her down-filled coat. She mimes taking in her surroundings through her lightly fogged glasses as she unhooks the clip cinching her waist.
I get so caught up watching her that I lose count of the citrus vodka I have flowing into the shaker tin.
Peeled and settled, the pretty newcomer smoothes down the sides of her glossy hair and rubs the end of her nose with the back of her hand.
I feel the reality of her struggle. There's nothing glamorous about being outside this time of year. Any nighttime stroll ends up being about as enjoyable as a cold, wet slap to the face, leaving you hot and wet underneath All Those layers by the time you get to your destination ... https://www.admiralescorts.com/