she wore a red dress

low cut and short

shockingly tasteful

classy but sassy 

she sat alone at the bar of the Intercontinental in Times Square

ordered a glass of champagne

putting red lipstick kisses on the rim

every eye in the room was on her

as she slowly sipped

she heard a voice beside her

Manhattan straight up please

and another champagne for the lady

she resisted looking at him

painting a picture in her mind

tall well dressed and handsome

perhaps well travelled and intellectual

she put down her empty glass

slowly turned towards him

he was indeed handsome 

thank you she said with a smile

he put out a hand

my name is Egor

she took his hand

a firm and lingering handshake she noted

she made eye contact

I am Emily 

pleased to meet you Emily he replied

she detected a slight Russian accent

what brings you to New York she asked

he looked around before whispering in her ear

we can stop playing games now

I have information for the CIA