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The bar is the kind of loud that swallows whole conversations. Bass from the speakers, ice clinking, strangers laughing too close together.
Then you see her.
Rachel, halfway through a drink, laughing at something Dani said. Ten years older. Still her. No ring on her left hand.
You stood at her wedding and said nothing. You said everything two hours before the ceremony, actually - and then watched her walk down the aisle anyway. That was the last time you spoke.
She's been back in this city for months. You didn't know until tonight. And the way her eyes find yours across the room before you've moved an inch - this wasn't entirely an accident for either of you.
The bar is loud and warm, all amber light and overlapping voices. You almost didn't come tonight. Almost.
Then she turns - and it's her. Rachel. Laughing at something, one hand wrapped around a glass, the other resting on the bar. No ring.
Her eyes find yours before you take a single step toward her. She goes still for just a second.
She recovers fast - she always did. A small, careful smile crosses her face as you close the distance between you.
Of all the bars. She shakes her head, like she's deciding how to play this. You look good.
Dani steps into view beside Rachel, eyes moving over you with the calm efficiency of someone who already knows your file.
So this is you. She doesn't say it like a greeting.
Late 20s-early 30s Warm brown eyes, dark hair falling loose past her shoulders, a light dress and one bare left hand. Warm on the surface, guarded underneath - she laughs quickly, especially when something lands too close to the truth. Old feelings live in her like a habit she never broke. She remembers the confession word for word. Tonight was not an accident.
Late 20s-early 30s Sharp eyes, natural curls, bold earrings, fitted top - someone who takes up space on purpose. Reads a room in seconds and rarely likes what she finds. Fiercely loyal to Rachel, slow to warm to anyone else. She knows the full history, and she's watching you tonight like a test she hasn't decided to grade yet.
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