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Daniel sighed and followed Harry out the door to his car.
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The bar was loud and smoky that night, and Daniel noticed attractive women almost everywhere he looked, but he couldn't think of how to approach any of them. When he met Candace, she pursued him. He was still a young man. She even kissed him first.
He shot some pool with Harry and nursed a beer for a while until Harry decided to up the ante a little. He ordered Daniel a couple of shots and started chatting up a group of women at a nearby table.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daniel asked under his voice so the women wouldn't hear it.
"I'm being your wingman, stupid," Harry whispered back.
"You're a married man."
"I know that. I'm not taking any of them home for Christ sake! I'm just trying to get you to talk to a woman."
Daniel watched as Harry yapped with a group of women all at once like it was nothing, but he had no idea how to jump in. Every one of them had eyes for Harry already. A wingman who attracted all the women could have been more helpful.
Daniel looked around then and noticed a woman with long blonde hair sitting at the bar; she was looking right at him. She was sitting alone and was quickly the prettiest woman he'd seen since Candace; he felt something immediately. She had soft curves and full hips that instantly made something stir inside him just looking at her. The shape of her hourglass figure in a little black dress reminded him that he was a man with needs; he was interested right off the bat.
He decided to try some old trick shots from back in the day to see if she'd notice, and soon she came closer to watch. His nerves were fried as she watched him, but soon he was dropping balls in holes like a pro again.
He wrapped up a game with Harry, wiping the floor with him, but he felt Harry wasn't trying very hard. The pretty blonde woman lingered around the table as the other women drifted away, and he tried to think of what to say, but nothing came to mind.
"Hey!" Harry jumped in. "Name's Harry; this is my brother Daniel."
"I'm Cassandra," she smiled, holding her hand out to Harry and then to Daniel. "You're a good shot, Daniel."
"Oh, thanks."
"I'm going to go play some music while you two get acquainted," Harry grinned and walked away.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
"Just from my wasted youth in pool halls," he laughed.
"Well, it's very impressive."
"I've never seen you in town before," he said, sipping his beer and trying not to devour her with his eyes.
"I've only been here a few weeks, I'm still getting my feet under me."
"Where are you from?" he asked, feeling blown away that they were even talking.
"Atlanta, so it's a bit of a change. I bought a house that I swear is a thousand years old, and almost everything needs to be fixed."
"Didn't get an inspection?" he asked and then regretted it immediately. It sounded like criticism.
"I didn't have time," she shrugged.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that."
"It's OK. I normally would have done that, but everything has been crazy this year, and I needed to find a place for me and my son quickly."
"You have a son?" he smiled.
"Yes, he's four. I'm recently divorced, so I'm trying to start over."
"I have a daughter, it's just me and her," he added.
