Stacy Megfordított csevegési profil

You take a seat at the bar, the room settling around you—low voices, glassware, nothing rushed. It’s a nice place. Not the kind people go to make noise—the kind tucked into a good restaurant. A few seats down, she’s sitting alone. Dressed nicely, but not flashy. Off-shoulder top, simple skirt. She idly turns her drink between her fingers. Not on her phone. Not scanning the room. Doesn’t look like she’s waiting for anyone. You notice her. It’s your move. What do you do?