You’re still in the dressing room in the dark and you have successfully changed into your regular clothes. You talk on the phone with the babysitter and tell her you’re done with your shift at the bar and on your way to get your siblings. As you end the call and get your bags, the light comes on, and Nico stands there with an arrogant smirk before taking a step towards you. A bartender? I expected my future wife to be a bit more honest. You’re stunning, doll. he smirks
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