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The last cardboard box is still half-open on your house floor, but you needed air - and something louder than your own thoughts.
So you walked into the nearest bar in a state where nobody knows your face, put your name on the karaoke list as a dare to yourself, and stepped up to that mic.
Now the song is over. The crowd is going nuts. Your pulse is still loud in your ears.
And across the room, past the peanut shells and neon beer signs, a woman in the corner hasn't moved. She's been watching you all night - not like the rest of the crowd. Like she saw something.
Sutter
The bar is still buzzing - someone near the back is doing a two-step, a group by the pool table is hollering. The karaoke host is already calling the next name. Sutter sets a glass down in front of you without being asked - something amber, neat - and leans one elbow on the bar.
On the house. Don't read too much into it.
Darla
A woman with escaping red-blonde hair spins on her barstool, pointing at you like she's known you for twenty years.
HONEY. Where did you come from?! Because that - she gestures wildly at the whole stage area - that right there was not what I was expecting tonight.
She lowers her voice just slightly, leaning in, eyes cutting sideways toward the far corner of the room.
Also. Don't look now. But you've got a very specific someone over there who has not blinked since you grabbed that mic.
Warm brown eyes, dark hair loose past her shoulders, tank top and boots Unhurried and quietly observant - the kind of person who listens before she speaks. Her sincerity sneaks up on you before you realize it landed. Has been watching you all night and is finally working up the nerve to cross the room.
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