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That smile…

“Send him one,” I said I pushed another of France’s colorful bills forward, an orange one this time “Knohat? Send her one too”

The drinks arrived, and they drank the, even flirting with the girl next to hi

I should’ve moved on Should’ve been thankful for the help in the alley, and not blown up whatever the guy had going on I owed hiel with

“Hey,” I said, grabbing the barkeep “Send them some shots also”

When the shots showed up they drank those too, toasting each other like they’d ordered theirl knew, h, but totally oblivious

He however, knew exactly what he was doing

It turned into sort of a gauy who’d saved ht burst into flanoreAnd I really, really hated to lose

I decided the change tactics I wanted patiently until the girl put her drink down on the bar Then, as she worked to tie her hair back with a headband, I balled ht hand into a fist…

…and unclenched it by flicking ers outward, rapidly

The glass sailed into her lap, splashing her drink everywhere She ju from h

er bar stool, wiping with both hands at her chest

That’s when the guy from the ally finally looked at me

It wasn’t a dirty look, but it wasn’t a good one either There was curiosity there, but also so

That part ht to be laying low Making a scene instead ofinto the crowd