Korean-American Psycho 3
By Steve
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She sat at the bar, waiting. She was like a spider waiting for a fly to get stuck in her web.
Someone sat next to her, looked around a little bit and then ordered a Corona.
"Cold day," he commented.
She looked at his sideward appearance. He looked handsome and rich.
"You need a coat to warm you up," she responded.
Then she looked into his eyes, almost trying to hypotize him.
"Do you come here often?"
"When I'm lonely."
"And what makes you so lonely now?"
"Korean men bore me to death."
He chuckled.
"It's a sin to bore attractive women."
"Am I attractive to you or exotic? Don't I have slitty eyes and is my nose not too flat for you?"
"No. no."
He was taken back a little.
"No. You're gorgeous. I must admit that you do look exotic."
She felt pity for him.
"You look exotic too," she continued.
"My name's Derek. What's your name?"
"Samantha."
"Do you want to sit at a table?" he asked.
"Yes. Will you buy me dinner?"
Derek chuckled once again.
"Sure."
"So what do you do Derek?"
"I work for an online literary magazine."
"Really" (Maybe she had chosen the wrong guy).
"And you?"
"I work for Vogue." (Maybe I should have said Vanity Fair).
"Really." (I have no idea where this conversation is going).
The food arrived and she ate the food voraciously. She did not know why she was so hungry, but she even licked the plate.
"You were hungry," he commented.
She tried to look at him with loving and kind eyes, the kind of eyes she had before she had become so disillusioned of men.
"Why don't we go back to my place," she suggested.
Derek looked at her for a while.
"Yes. let's go there."
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