Outside the Minnesota State Line PART 2 unpaused by "Axwy"

She came back toting two wine glasses made of blue glass, the wine and opener. Handing the bottle to him, she smiled as she looked away, krinkly eyes and upturned lips. He realized she had been made shy by his unspoken offer to open the wine.

"Axwy" is a fine descriptor for this self-conscious phenomena women tend to indulge in! he thought to himself. Perhaps he would begin to use it: "Axwy". Yes, in his next text message! To see what response might result. If pressed to define it, he would. Only on occasion would he use it. A rare occurrence, no doubt. Unless he were to make it a practice, even a ritual to have occasion to use the "Axwy" expression at least one time per day. No, make that one time per week, instead. For how could he ever guarantee finding a woman exhibiting just that shyness on a weekly basis? That task alone would occupy his thoughts and his actions rather completely, let alone thinking up something which might elicit just such a response in her. He squinted into the glass, his mind taken by the thread.

So did I ever tell you the story of the resourceful Albanian? she asked, pouring the wine into his glass and offering him a taste.

Yes, I believe you did. He replied. Slighty smirking, he opened his eyes wide with mischief. He nodded to affirm that the wine was tasty, so she filled their glasses.

You really are unfair! she giggled, and she began the story...