[ The touch lingers in her mind for a moment longer, her gaze sharpening on him. She feels it, the way everything seems to go away for a moment, seems to swallow her up in an plainly familiar way. Who is he?
But a bar? He manages to come up with a way that... wait, no, she can't mention that. She just looks at him, interested despite herself and his oddity. ]
You'd do that for me. Really? [ A beat. ] You don't look like someone who would have a bar. [ Not that she drinks, in truth. ]
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But a bar? He manages to come up with a way that... wait, no, she can't mention that. She just looks at him, interested despite herself and his oddity. ]
You'd do that for me. Really? [ A beat. ] You don't look like someone who would have a bar. [ Not that she drinks, in truth. ]