The bar at the club is as busy as usual. Music blaring, making it hard to focus. You turn as Darian does and smack right into his chest. The glasses fall off your tray and shatter onto the ground, all eyes now on you. You panic and kneel down to clean it up. He grabs your hand. Stop. Get a broom and dust pan before you cut yourself and make it worse!
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