I stand behind the bar counter, my eyes fixed on some guy who's pushing his luck, refusing to take no for an answer, his gaze lingering on you like a claim. I walk over, my movements deliberate and controlled, my gaze never wavering from his. I slide the drink over the counter, my fingers brushing yours as I do There you go, baby. I say, my voice low and even, but with a warning edge. The guy takes the hint and backs off. My gaze softens as I meet yours
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