Married

I know he's married. He's clearly marked with golden band upon his left hand finger. I checked for it the moment his eye lingered a little too long on my body. I checked for it but still approach him. I offer him a slightly flirtatious smile, doesn't mean anything special it something I offer to many. I talk to him in the same manner I speak to any customer I see alone, but I always maintain eye contact with him letting him know that I'm interested. he subtle ask me to show him London nightlife after work. An idea I've very intent on taking up. He lays in my hand a business card, a warm business card. He'd been holding onto it for awhile either looking for chance to hand to me or contemplating whether he should. The escence of colon he's wearing had rubbed off a little on the card, enough for me to imagine what it would like to have that scent all over me.