The bartender seemed to know him, tossing him a nod as he leaned over the counter, grabbing a bottle of something strong and popping the cap with a flick of his wrist. Carlos didn’t even glance up, taking a long swig, his focus still on whatever he was thinking about in that quiet, brooding way. Your instinct told you to just keep to yourself, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was different. Maybe it was the way he watched you when you ordered your drink
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