Let’s do It

Philip entered the airport café and slowly slid his gaze toward the people sitting at the tables. At first he didn’t notice anything interesting but just as he thought luck would abandon him this time, cached a glimpse of an interesting object. Quite interesting from the viewpoint of an experienced macho in search of a woman.
The girl was sitting alone at one of the corner tables and was smoking nervously. She was in her midtwenties, beautiful, with darkblond hair falling freely on the shoulders and motley eyes in which a very pleasant nuance of green prevailed. Philip whisked the fleck of dust that somehow had nestled on the lapel of his expensive jacket and briskly started toward the target. The girl didn’t seem to be aware of the fact that a man was standing beside her table; all her attention was focused on the burning tip of the cigarette.
“Can I offer you a drink?” asked Philip mildly and put into action one of the most irresistible variants of a smile which his facial muscles could produce.
The girl looked up with a start. Her beautiful eyes were thick with surprise and incomprehension.
“Do you speak English?” Philip asked.
“And I speak Spanish too,” she snapped, then with trembling fingers crushed the unfinished cigarette into the full ashtray.
“I just thought a drink would do you good.”
“What makes you think so?” The girl was smiling condescendingly, a charming dimple twitching on her cheek.
Philip felt slightly awkward which wasn’t typical for him. It appeared he had run upon a rock this time.
“Well… you look a bit nervous, and your face is sort of… pale…”
In this moment Philip noticed two black plastic objects with semicircular form sticking over the edge of the table. It took him about ten seconds to realize these were crutches. The fact confused him more, he even blushed a little.