Although she is clearly with him, with her foot curled behind his calf under the table to assure him of that, Isabella stares out through the café window with unusual interest in the gentleman about to make his way through the nearby entrance. The air outside is thick with anticipation of the first summer rains and you can smell it in the cool breeze as he opens the door. Her lunch partner gets up from the table to make his way to the toilet and his hand lingers over her back, just long enough to signal his possession of her, as he makes his way past her. Correcting the shoulder strap on her dress, letting her hair fall back over her shoulder, you can tell that she enjoys the fact that she is being watched. She takes a languorous sip of her champagne. Just long enough for you to be sure of her enjoyment of it. As she puts the glass back down, she glances over to make sure that he is still watching her, re-crossing her legs from under her dress as she straightens it. She is not so much self-conscious as self-attending – like a cat that grooms itself in the afternoon sun. By the time Steve is back at the table, she has already finished her glass and poured the next for herself. He salutes her with his own glass and even though he doesn’t dare look in the newly seated gentleman’s direction, you can tell he is aware of him and the game of musing that is going on between them. So, he tries to fill her attention with the busyness of excited conversation.
Galloping Turtle Press
Monday, October 18, 2010
Although she is clearly with him
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