She seemed unimpressed.

“Baby is it hot in here or is it just you?” I asked
and she snorted.
“Corny, lame and wrong,,” she said,
“You gonna ask if my father’s a thief,
or how tired I must be,
or tell me
how you’d rearrange the alphabet?”
“Those sound good,” I said, “tell me more.”
I don’t think I will,” she said,
backing away.

“Come back, baby,” I said in my best Lenny Bruce.
“I’d only use these lines because I can’t think of anything smarter in your presence.
“Have you seen you?”
“You’re warmer,” she said, “but…”
“From a bad start, I can only get better.”

She smiled
looked past me
and said, “Is that…!”
“Is what?”
I asked, turned,
and saw nothing.

When I turned back
she was gone.
“Well played,” I said.
I was impressed.