‘What’s your type?’ Is what she asked me.
We were sitting at a small table outside, at a bar, in a not so busy neighborhood. I was wearing a sweater, although the weather was still very nice.
I could hear the music coming from inside the wine bar. Cozy is best how I would describe it.
I was looking in front of me. Not sure what she really wanted to know or hear.
Just a typical question, when it comes to dating.