A sharply dressed man approached a young woman at the bar with a charming smile and asked, “May I buy you a drink?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a girlfriend? Guys like you usually do.”
He gave a wistful little shrug. “No… we broke up about a month ago.”
Her expression softened. “Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. In that case, sure—I’ll take a glass of white wine.”
One glass turned into two. Then three. The laughter flowed as easily as the wine, and by the end of the night, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, heading back to her apartment.
Passion followed. The kind that erases questions and replaces them with breathless silence.
Later, as he pulled on his shirt and she lay watching him from beneath the sheets, curiosity got the better of her.
“You're handsome, kind, and... let’s just say, very talented,” she said with a playful grin. “So what happened with your girlfriend? Why did you two break up?”
He paused, sighed, and gave a rueful smile.
“My wife found out.”