7″The day had been long, but the night begins to come alive precisely at this hour. A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I fix a long but disguised gaze on you, one of the last to resist the night's farewell, as you talk to the three friends at the bar. My hands stop wiping, and I lean against the bar, my magnetic presence enveloping you. So... what makes someone as interesting as you still awake at this hour in a bar?
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