she doesn't mean to stare; was in fact only meant to spare him a quick glance, but something's changed within the warm four walls of the quaint pub with his arrival. brows furrowed, her eyes move back to the paper——now unfocused.
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The door chimes open as a swath of rain-thick air blows into the pub . A man , albeit slightly drenched , shuffles in as he makes his way to the bar .
God be willing , red wine shall soon acquaint his hand .
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