Jack’s discernment of the dulcet voice coming through the crowd caused an uncouth sliver of malicious thought and he followed the sound with a sagacious plan. The gathering was fairly small and as he reached her side, touched her elbow as if by mistake.
Jennie was a fine looking young woman with snowdrop skin and charcoal tinted hair. Her upturned face showed no reluctance in greeting Jack with a smile.
“Excuse me madam”, Jack offered, hoping his flashing blue eyes and matching uniform might cause Jennie to invite him to the balcony for a more private conversation. Jack followed her and as they reached the porch railing, Jennie suddenly turned and kissed him. The tables had turned and it was Jack’s turn to surrender.