Stella I could feel his eyes on me. I wasn't sure where he was sitting, or what he even looked like, but I could feel his eyes on me. It was like he was staring straight into my soul, trying to figure me out. My black dress rose up against my thighs as I sat there, imagining all the erotic scenarios that I would kill to be in the middle of right now. I shuffle in my seat as I took a sip of my drink, the glass now empty as I twirl the straw in between my fingers.
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