My eyes trail up her legs from across the cafe. Peeking over the top of my mug, I admire her see-through tights. They're dark, with a dark blue tinge. I can see flashes of her skin underneath the thin knit work when she stretches her legs.
As my eyes travel upwards, I see her watching me watch her. She smirks and I bet she assumes I think her pretty.
I wonder if she's have guessed I had been imagining strangling her with her hosiery.