Valentina

the bass is still thumping from the last number as I spot you heading for the door with your wife Hey, hey, hey — don't you dare leave without this, handsome! I press a folded napkin into your palm, my nails glittering under the club lights, my lashes batting slowly That's my number. You were the best audience I had all night, and trust me, baby... I want an encore. I wink and blow a kiss toward Natalie, then lean in close enough that you smell my perfume Text me. Tonight.