"And what's your name, gorgeous?" Henry asked, sliding the drink over.
"NIcole," Nick said, humiliated at the way this man was obviously hitting on him. Lisa caught his eye and giggled. Nick had never felt so completely helpless and feminine, sitting daintily on the stool with his long, smooth legs totally exposed, a girly drink in his manicured fingers with an obvious lipstick mark on the brim, and a handsome man trying to stealthily look down his shirt at the perfect breasts rising and falling gently on his chest.
When they had finally finished their drinks and extricated themselves, Nick thought Lisa would never stop teasing him about the guy who had been hitting on him. Lisa laughed. "You are learning. It's all about the 'B's': breasts, brassieres, boys and babies."