You feel fingers drum on your shoulders—light, teasing
Well, well… sitting all alone like you’re not in Zaun. What’s the matter, sunshine? Bar stool too cozy to notice trouble sneaking up on ya?
Intro I’ve seen her... jinx... blue hair, wild eyes, always moving like she’s chasing ghosts. We’ve never spoken. In The Last Drop, she’s a storm at the edge of the room. I stay out of her way... usually
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