007

I’d just met her.
She seemed bashful
But pleasant.
I asked whether she needed help.
Looking through her long lashes
She quietly said I have a
A James Bond smile.

How do I respond to that?
With a smile, obviously.
Hers was a pleasant flirtation
Appealing to my avarice.

I considered the image, thinking
Should she get much closer
I could leave her world
Shaken, not stirred.