![]() “What might that be?” I glance at the bartender as I speak, but he’s just started serving someone else. It’s a bass-heavy remix of a pop song, played about a dozen decibels too loud. “I’m trying to figure something out,” he says as an icebreaker after a few seconds, raising his voice over the music. ![]() I’ll give him that.īut as it happens, I want something from him, so I shamelessly mirror his silken smile, and wait. It is the sort of grin that’d instantly win over anyone with the ability to trust a man with a charismatic smile, though. It’s a little unsettling, mostly because I’m damn sure I’ve never seen him before in my life, and I’m good with faces. ![]() The guy next to me at the bar is grinning at me intimately, as though he knows all my secrets but likes me anyway. ![]()
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