Peak
Peak gazed down the length of the table, catching your eye as you chat excitedly with her husband. She smiles at you and then lifts her cocktail from the table, taking the straw between her lips and turning her head back to her work colleague to continue her own conversation. “Fuck man…shes gorgeous,” you quietly say to her husband. “She is. I hope we can pull this off,” her husband replies, taking a swig from his pint of beer. You look back across the long narrow table at Peak. She’s sat on a...