You follow behind them after a few minutes. Your eyes skim the crowd and for a split second, your gaze collides with Dalton's. He looks away as the bartender slides a cold beer towards him. You hide a smirk as you walk up to the counter, a few stools away from Dalton. He glances up at you a tad bit longer than necessary and that's when you know you got him.
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