"So...uh." I began. His good looks were over powering. "Mr...um..."
"Black." He replied. "Richard Black."
I wiped the side of my mouth, just in case I was drooling and didn't know.
I got his phone number and email.
But he never once stared at my bustline.
I mean it was right there for Christ sakes. What was wrong with him?
I let the pen drop and slowly bent to get it.
All he did in response was stare at his watch.
Nawa o! Dis kine guy!
He never even smiled at me. His expression was very businesslike---like I were an annoying client he was trying to get rid of.