Esme's eyes narrowed for a moment or two as she finished her drink within a few gulps. She placed the empty tumbler on the counter and tapped the edge of the glass indicating she wanted another from the bartender. She shifted in her seat which was a padded bar stool next to the ice machine, crossing her legs and moving her foot to the beat of the music.  She was not happy Frank was here, in fact, she loathed it but she wasn't going to start a scene in her place of business either. She was classier than that.<br/><br/>Her lips curled slightly as she began to speak, "What do you want, Frank?" she asked as the bartender poured her another apple crown and coke. She picked up the glass and sipped on it as she examined him thoroughly from head to toe. Noticing the way in which is chest rose and fell with every breath, how he held his mug, the twitch of his lips just before he spoke, how he was dressed, etc. She encircled her index finger around the hem of her blue shirt that rested half off of her left shoulder.<br/><br/>She had to admit he was a handsome devil and was fun in the sheets but he was so controlling and demanding of her that she needed room to breathe as cliche as that sounds.  They didn't argue much because Frank always had the final say and she generally deferred to him on most matters because it was simply easier than putting up a fight.  The man she had recently been seeing treated her like a queen and promised her a better life than that of an exotic dancer which at least paid the bills for the moment and she had been able to sock quite a bit of the money away in a savings account.  So different from Frank. Sometimes she actually missed him but she was never going to admit that to him or anyone else for that matter. It was over and yet, here he was just a few feet from her after all this time.