Let’s do It
Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn’t notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in search of a woman. The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn’t seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing …