The old snoeperd strikes again
At first the man seemed to be completely immersed in his music. At least, I assumed he was listening to music. He held the headphones with both hands, as if he was afraid that some antique dealer would steal the old-fashioned model of his resins.
But as almost always, I couldn't be wrong anymore. When the man was in the throws that I looked at him, he effortlessly shifted the concentration and let his eyes shamelessly slide over my body. Almost I could hear him think, I'd like to eat a bunny with that. He disposed of his antiquities and uttered extremely charming words.
“Hey, Dana, old powder box, long time no see, how's life? Can you get used to your new status as a married woman or long for the good old days?”
He knew me from the past, that was clear, but no matter how I tried, I did not remember the man who greeted me so amically, so as not to go off completely, I reacted very cold.
