“You doing anything?”
Cindy looked up. The bartender stared at her, smiling.
“You wanna catch a late, late dinner?” The bartender asked.
Cindy looked over her shoulder to see who he was talking to.
“You,” he said, looking right at her.
Cindy looked at him bewildered. “Why?” she asked.
The bartender grew self-conscious. “Can’t a guy ask a pretty girl out anymore?”
“That’d be a miracle,” she said.
“Well,” he said, “call me Jesus Christ.”
“You’re far from the Messiah,” she said, but she … Read More