Moving from the window sill, she sat at the closest table to her, one with a girl in a mask and a rather fluffy white dress. She turned to the girl, contemplatively looking her over and sipping her champagne. Finally she spoke, " Spade, and you my dear, your are is amazing"
Obviously her night with the desirable man had been just that a night, she had gotten what she wanted and somehow wanted more. She detested feeling the way she did, all wrapped up in her thoughts she looked at the girl again, and spoke in a calm even tone, not condescending, but she sounded tired, " I am Michi, and you?"