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Mr Sinister, however

It's as if the darkness is a part of hilimatic' become an understatement when applied to him, and the fact that he doesn't even bother to look ahen I catch hi unnerves me to no end

"Be careful with that man," Junk Shop Jimmy warns as I unload the bucket of beer from my tray and place it on the table

Bench Bob affir for a bottle "He's trouble, that one"

Neither of the I don't already know, but I surpriseMr Sinister "You two have a point I guess I should be e a book by its cover and all that Right?" I shoot both of theful look, and the pair of old rascals, with their respective less-than-sterling reputations, have the grace to look sheepish upon seeing my point

As I turn away to head back to the counter, I findat Mr Sinister, and aze captive I can feel hio to him, and my heart starts to pound

Mr Sinister is like a living and breathing danger sign, and the ht of him should have made me stop and turn back But idiot that I a inside of ins to shrink

By the time I finally reach Table 4, I' about the silliest of things

Do I look okay?

Is it too late to check if ross sweat stains on my shirt?

What did I last eat - oh shit, onion rings!

What if my breath stinks?

What if—-OH

I' in front of Table 4, and a sudden realizationelse—-

Blue

Mr Sinister's eyes are Paul-Newman-blue, and the discovery makes me feel a little heady

"Hello"

I feel even htheaded when I hear his voice, which is as intoxicating as his appearance The sound of it is s a quick, deep breath before I trust myself to speak "Hello"

Soone now, and I'ined it I probably did, since I thought I saw a particularly hungry look in his gaze, and I just don't see hi sort

"What can I, uet for you?"

"Could I have a look at the menu?"

"Oh Sorry about that" Obviously, I rong in assu up in elossy menu board

"Thank you" The sleeve of his jacket inches back to reveal a black Apple watch as he reaches for thea lot , and Mr Sinister turns out to betype—-