Talk to Me

Her point of view

She stared while he was sipping his drink. She thought about turning her glare away, but she couldn’t. So, she just kept looking.
By the twitch in his eye, she could tell he’d had one too many Whisky sodas. She did not budge when he started to rub her velvet dress. She simply watched Ed from the corner of her eye. He appeared roiled at the stranger’s audacity. She could tell he was going to put a stop to it. However, she did not expect he’d cart her away as he did.
“Can’t a girl have some fun?” she complained.