She liked being flirted with. It made her feel a bit less old. She knew the reality of her life, the hardness of her feet, the grayness of her hairs and all of their locations. But, for a moment, she wanted to pretend as if she were that woman again. The one who wouldn’t and couldn’t care about tomorrow.
He wanted to know her name, so she gave him a fake one. He bought her a drink. It was the first one that she hadn’t paid for in two years. She looked at his fingers and how the nails were slightly chewed as he handed over his debit card.
She sighed and sipped her drink.
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