They were siting outside for lunch. They'd been apart for a month. Each had been eagerly awaiting the reunion. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she mentioned that she'd given herself an all new spring shave and trim just for him. "Oh really?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
She nodded, smiling. "Show me," he urged.
"Here?" she asked, glancing around.
"I bet you won't."
"Oooh, a bet! Want to make it interesting?"
He nodded, excited, but uncertain if she'd take the flirting into action. "$10."
"10? I'll see you're ten and raise you..."
"You're bluffing," he said.
She stared at him, her beast poker face.
"Ok, " he said, he pulled his wallet out. "He pulled out two twenty dollar bills."
$40 would pay for lunch, which was nice, but not the point. She knew she had him: he had no idea what she'd do. The element of surprise was hers--which is always the upper hand.
She stood, quickly. And although a few people might have glanced their way, she unzipped, showing she wasn't bluffing.
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