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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a city girl moves back to her hometown
and comes in contact with a security guard.
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" i know exactly the type of girl you are. "
" this would never work. i was dumb for thinking it would. "
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𝘵𝘸: 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯�...
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"I'll ask for a broom." said the male in the denim jacket. I stared at him and nodded as I was completely in shock with embarrassment still.
A few seconds later, he came back with a broom and swept up all the broken pieces of glass for me.
"Thanks, sorry about that." I responded, as our eyes finally connected and he shrugged.
"No need to apologize to me. Just didn't want anyone to step on glass." he stated, dumping the glass in the trash and handing the broom back to the bartender.
I let out a small laugh and smile at his comment as I felt myself turning shy minute by minute.
"You don't look like you're from here." he said, as he stood in front of me with a curious look on his face.
"No I'm not. I mean, I guess I am - but it's been awhile since I've lived here."
"I was going to say, you look too fancy to be living in Hurricane."
Should I have been offended? No. But, I wasn't quite sure what that meant.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I question, placing my arms across my chest with a more sassy tone in my voice.
I watch him let out a laugh as he watches my demeanor change. "It's not a bad thing. You just don't seem like you'd be a girl from Hurricane."
"Alright.." I respond, avoiding eye contact with him and not liking the way the conversation was progressing.
"Seriously, it's not a bad thing." he responded, trying to lock eyes with me once again. But then it hit me, this guy was just a loser from Hurricane. It was written all over him. He was drinking alone at a bar with a stressed look on his face - definitely not my usual interest. Maybe if he had been a guy stress drinking at a bar over his Wall Street job - it'd be different. But this guy was stress drinking in bar over some whatever job or situation in Hurricane. It was two different things.
"Alright, alright - I believe you. " I state, growing uninterested in the conversation after the realization had hit me.
He smiled once I confirmed it was alright. Before he could say anything else, I saw Aly waving me over.
"Thanks for cleaning up the glass." I respond, as I brushed past him and over to Aly.
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Two weeks had passed since my bar outing at Harry's and I had began to start getting the hang of the job at my parent's wine store. They were sending me pictures of my grandparent's farm every hour, only making the jealousy inside of me grow.
It was 7:30PM - only thirty minutes left until close. My eyes wandered on my phone as Tik Tok videos blared through my ears.
Before I knew it, it was 7:55PM. My attention was quickly grabbed by what sounded like a commotion outside the store. Siena's was in a shopping center, so there was other businesses around - including a bar a couple doors down, so I figured that was the commotion.
