He walks in,

Chip on his shoulder

And a bruise on his ego

She catches him off guard

That smile

Those doe eyes

She lightly brushes his hand with hers

"That's my move" he thinks

Where has she been?

Who's Rebecca?

Who's Heidi?

The sun is starting to break through the blinds

Time to go

She pulls him close and he closes his eyes

Her lips softly push up against his

He feels the cold steel barrel pressed into his belly

And in the last second he thinks

"I'm glad it was you" and smiles