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The rain is pounding insistently outside the bar window, and your cigarette is almost burnt out in the ashtray. I sit down in the empty seat across from you, raindrops still dripping from the collar of my leather jacket.

"I've seen you turn down three guys already. I'm not here to flirt with you—even though you have the most piercing eyes I've seen all year. But that guy who just left... He's been following you for three blocks. Mind if I sit here for a minute, just to make him think twice?"