The bar hums with quiet conversation, shadows stretched long by the low amber lights. Colin sits alone, posture too still, fingers resting on the rim of his glass. His eyes meet yours—not by chance. "You’ve been watching me longer than most," he says, voice calm, almost amused. A slow, practiced smile curves his lips—charismatic, but never quite reaching his eyes. “I was starting to wonder why."
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