She seemed to glide right across the room and sat across the bar from him. The bartender came up to her and asked what she'd have.
"I don't drink," she replied.
"Suit yourself." He wiped the counter in front of her and left.
The man looked at the woman. Something seemed to draw him to her. He stood up and took the few steps towards the chair right beside her and said down.
"What's your name?" He didn't bother adding his usual "toots" or "beautiful".
"What's it to ya', hot shot?" She didn't look at him, but down at her unpolished fingernails.
"Just curious."
She glanced up and the corner of her mouth twitched up a little, "It's Rosie."
"A name to match the picture, right?"
She smiled and breathed out a little in a laugh, "I suppose."
They both sat in silence; him looking at her; she looking on her unpolished fingernails again. She slipped out a mirror from her small white bag and a stick of bright red lipstick. She uncapped it and slowly applied it onto her already full, red lips. He sat patiently.
"You gonna ask for my name or what?" he asked slowly.
She didn't answer at first as she finished applying her lipstick. She capped it and slipped it and the mirror back into her bag. She stood up and drew a handkerchief from her coat pocket. Bringing it to her lips she pressed them against the soft fabric, leaving a perfect red mark. She held it out to him and he took it questioningly.
"So?" he asked again.
"That's not what I came here for." And with that she walked out, leaving him with the white handkerchief with the blood red mark.
