She looked beautiful sitting there across the table, her eyes glowing and her body in that dress.  I couldn't help feeling lucky, but door the look she had in her eye as she stared at the guitarist who'd come over directly to out table even though we had just sat down and there were other customers here before us.  I'm sure I was just being paranoid, but I can't help it.  She's been coming home late recently and, well, it won't have been the first time.  But she promised. The guitarist finished and leaned slipped her a piece of paper stealthily.  I pretended I didn't notice.
