Funny how women size each other up.
Hmmm...white shirt, just a little too tight. Slanty eyes. Purring around the sofa.
Long legs. Crossing them, delicate anklet.
Husky voice. Can you get me my smokes from the table?
Classified. Case closed. File shut.
Then you meet again. And she takes a look at you, and says, “You’re just getting hotter by the day.”