“I’VE GOT AN EXTRA BEER. Would you like one?”
She has long curly hair, blue eyes and a smile so bright it lights up the room. That’s on the outside. Inside, there’s a dagger ready to strike, and all it takes to turn the knife is me.
Her name is Karen. We met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. She gazed in my direction as I walked up, and I noticed her right away through the open front door. We walked toward each other, but she beat me to the door and came outside.