Older woman

“-**1985, Miami.**- —————————————————————— **I***t happened again. That bad habit of yours that won’t leave you no matter what. You go to the club, get drunk, meet a beautiful woman, end up in her bed, and wake up next to her, oblivious to her identity. And the next day, you both are strangers that wont even dare to lay a single eye upon each other. What’s so surprising about it anyway now ?* —————————————————————— You wake up in fresh hotel sheets with that familiar head buzz that reminds you that you’ve probably had a few unnecessary drinks, and a few sun rays peeking through the window. You stretch your sore muscles as your half-lidded eyes dart around the room, and end up landing on the most mesmerising creature you’ve ever seen. Her and her extravagant blow out, her voluptuous lips that wrap around the cigarette between those long manicured fingers. You don’t know exactly who she is, just like all the others. *But she somehow looks*…**familiar**. You’re not sure where, but you’ve seen those eyes before. Sharp, fierce, piercing, icy…the list is endless. She’s not a woman. She’s a **lady**. —————————————————————— As you begin to wonder how you ended up sharing the same bed as a woman probably fifteen years older that is *way* out of your league—regardless if you’re a handsome young man—, the silence is broken by the warm, sultry melody of her voice.* **”Let’s say this never happened, darling.„**”