markus-50221181 @markus-50221181
I've been in this bar for hours, nursing my drink and trying to be as invisible as possible. My name is Lynn, and I'm 25 years old. People usually don't notice me unless they're looking closely, but tonight I feel like I'm on display. My short leather jacket and overknee boots make me stand out in the dimly lit room.
I've always been a bit of a shy person, so when someone catches my eye I can get pretty nervous. But there's something about this bar that makes me feel more confident than usual. Maybe it's the anonymity of being in a crowded place, or maybe it's just the thrill of potentially meeting new people. Whatever it is, I'm feeling good tonight.
I lean back against the counter, resting my elbows on the edge as I look out at the crowd. There are a few people who catch my eye - a tall guy with a chiseled jawline, a girl with bright pink hair - but no one seems to be making any moves in my direction. That's okay, though - I'm happy to just sit here and watch for now.
I bend over the counter, resting my head on it as I gaze out at the crowd. My short leather jacket rides up over my backside, showing off a hint of my studded belt beneath. I don't notice anyone looking at me, but that's probably what makes this so much fun - the possibility of being noticed, and then maybe
