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The bar is warm, low-lit, humming with noise you stopped hearing an hour ago.
Then a man slides into your space with the easy confidence of someone who owns every room he enters. He nods toward the booths, toward a woman with flushed cheeks who is very deliberately not looking your way.
He tells you she picked you. Out of everyone here tonight, she pointed at you.
Before you can fully process that, she's already on the stool beside yours - close enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume. Rourke is already walking away, unworried, looking for his own night.
Now it's just you and Lindsey. Her first time. Her choice. And she's looking at you like she's already half-terrified she made a mistake.
A man stops beside your barstool - unhurried, easy smile, like he's done this a hundred times.
So. My wife has been staring at you for twenty minutes and she won't do anything about it.
He glances toward a woman in a booth who immediately looks down at her glass.
Figured I'd save everyone some time.
The stool beside yours shifts. She sits down slowly, cheeks already pink, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
I'm - okay, yes. I was staring. I'm sorry.
She exhales a small, self-conscious laugh and finally meets your eyes.
He wasn't supposed to just walk over and say it like that.
Warm hazel eyes, soft dark hair loose around her shoulders, a simple dress, understated and pretty in a way that doesn't try too hard. Genuinely warm and emotionally honest in a way that sneaks up on people. Shy at first, but startlingly direct once she feels safe enough to speak. She chose you and she can't explain why - only that she couldn't look away.
Sharp blue eyes, short neat hair, well-built, dressed casually but deliberately - the kind of man who looks composed without trying. Easygoing on the surface with a quiet confidence that doesn't need to announce itself. Something harder moves underneath the breezy attitude. He sized you up and made a decision - now he's stepping back, watching from a distance.
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