She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. He knew it too.
She eyed him up from across the room. It was just lying there on his lap.
She approached and stopped just out of reach. He would come to her.
He held it in his hand for her, hoping it would encourage her closer.
She sniffed once, twice, then spun her agile body around. Every step, just as deliberate and seductive but with a wholly different message. Rejection.
“Fucking cats” He took a bite of the rejected burger, and spilled ketchup onto his jeans.