It's with a C.

Description: What we shared at the pub.

She's worried; so suspicious. "I know all about his agenda." This is what she tells me as she slides her long, slender fingers down her cold glass of Strongbow Black. Then she continues, "I want you to promise me to keep your legs closed."

I reply, "Anything for you..." and she shoots me a doubtful glance so I say, "my legs will remain crossed."

Her eyes are the bluest I have ever seen, and her lashes are black and thick like velvet. How can I lie to those eyes? I can't look at her face when I make my false promises.



A "Gol!" is screamed and celebrated in the background noise of the pub... she thinks I am "such a sap."

She thinks that I think that she is, "too drunk to think..."

"...so lets feel good and get another drink," she says with a wink.

We leave 2 euro each at the pub when we finish the final round.
;)