” I have to smile again. We end up at a booth in the corner. He is really giving me the seduction stare. I can tell when guys do this. They do it v...ery consciously. Usually it doesn't work. It's working this time. I love his eyes. They are a deep color and have long dark lashes. He's also rubbing his fingers over the back of my hand as he talks. They are large, warm and a little rough. I know the backs of my hands feel like silk to him. I know he's thinking about the rest of my skin. I can tell. Receiving no response, she snatched the sticks from him and started her rant. ‘Why must you bang these things as if they made your girlfriend cheat on you?! Do you not understand what you are doing to my ears? THIS is how you’re supposed to play!’ She rapped a simplified version of the sequence for the song on his snare. Her more mild touch made the instrument actually sound like music for the first time that afternoon. ‘And THIS is what you have been doing for the last three hours!’ She played. I tightened my hold and she finally gave in. She started kissing me back. The next moment her body tightened and she shoved me back. I fell backwards. ‘You bastard don’t you dare do that again. This is the last time I excuse you.’ screaming she walked out of the class. I just stood there, holding my paper, can’t believing what I just did. Immediately I ran after her. Apology seemed to be the best way to get out of this mess. I met her in the corridor, which is luckily deserted. ‘Ms. Williams’. When she reached the till, she realized she was out.Turning to the ladies she said, "I have more in the workshop, why don'tyou come back with me while I dig them out? It will just take a minute.I will give you the full tour when you have more time."Following Eve they entered a well-lit workshop. There were a couple oflarge cutting tables, rolls of fabric stored on shelves and all sorts oftools and hardware. The entire area was neat and organized. While Eveturned to her left and to a desk.