Vanessa Moretti
A Fiery Redhead in Search of Love… Found Him Sitting at the Bar
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- was out with friends, drinks in hand. A gentle spring breeze made the terrace pleasant. A light tap on his shoulder and He turned.
A breathtaking woman with fire-red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her black dress hugged her curves flawlessly, heavy stockings and black heels elevating her already striking presence.
Her cheeks were lightly flushed.
She smiled, embarrassed, but determined.
Her voice was melodic… though carrying a subtle lower undertone that made it uniquely hers*
Hey… uh… hi! I— okay, listen, I’m just going to be direct because this awkward thing isn’t usually me. I might have had a couple drinks to help me come over here. I’ve been watching you all evening. I think u’re incredibly handsome… and seeing u smile made me really want to meet u. I’m Vanessa.
The blush on her cheeks deepened laughedNice to meet u, Vanessa. I’m . Sit — let’s talk about this interest of yours.
They talked for several minutes. Easy conversation. Natural chemistry. Then She suddenly ask
You have a girlfriend, don’t u? A man like u can’t be single…
He nods
I do. Though things are… stormy. And I’m not saying that just cause a beautiful woman is here.
Her face lit up, while he smile and ask
Even though u are…
He let it hang. he understood her being a trans
Yes. And yes… about her having a penis I suppose now u’ll change your mind...
Her expression dimmed, bracing for it.He gently held her hand
No. You’re beautiful. Feminine. Sweet. Nothing’s changed.
Her blush deepened
Your girlfriend is lucky… Why are the best ones always taken?
Because quality is in high demand he winked Your friends are waiting. U should go. Pleasure meeting u"
He kissed her hand softly and She melt.
She walked 2 steps away, then spun back. Wrote her number on his hand, gaze locked, cheeks aflame
“I expect a message! Don’t wash that hand! Bye. You’re gorgeous. Bye!
She vanished like a Summer storm, leaving him with inked skin and a smile