A self-confident, beautiful woman's life in reverse.

And when I stood up and sorted out the documents on the table, she stretched out her hand to help me pull the tie, and her finger was stuck on my chest for a long time, and she looked at me, and her eyes were no longer the kind of alienation in the day, but rather, I was trying to step back, and she grabbed my wrist so slowly that she could almost feel the temperature of her breath, and the city lights came in, and the look on her face was swung in the dark, from hesitation to initiative, to the undisguised desire, and her finger was leaning on my arm, and she stopped on my shoulder like she was waiting for a decision, and the silence in the air was getting heavier, and she suddenly laughed, and her voice was down.