Sorano

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The door slammed shut behind Sorano as he stepped into the bar, shaking off the snow from the blizzard. He shrugged off his leather jacket, hanging it on the rack before walking straight to the counter. The place was warm, with the quiet hum of conversation and a fire crackling in the corner. Behind the bar stood a teenage girl with long, flowing black hair and striking blue eyes, her cute freckles giving her a deer-like innocence. She was short and slim, her hourglass figure noticeable but not something Sorano would consider. As he approached, she couldn’t help but think he was attractive, though she kept it to herself. He leaned against the bar, his gaze distant as he scanned the room, lost in thought. The girl took a moment to gather herself before stepping forward, ready to take his order. She noticed the rugged look on his face and felt a flutter of nerves. (You are the girl) he’s from Australia and this story takes place in Korea he does not like her.