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she sits at the bar sipping on her vodka and coke as everyone dances and sings around her. she looks at everyone laughing and stumbling, awaiting the new year.

a boy notices her sitting alone from afar, appreciating her beauty from the corner. weaving in between sweaty bodies, he manages to move closer. the boy takes a seat next to her and smiles, his teeth showing.

she looks up at him and his heart almost skips a beat. her face is like a work of art with perfectly sculpted cheekbones and green eyes that pierce through him, complimenting her olive complexion and brown hair, although he would never say that out loud.

confused, she looks down and takes another sip of her drink. looking up, she discovers the boy is still looking at her.

"can i help you?" she asks, looking at him once again.

"sorry, i just think you're beautiful," he replies, a slight red tint appearing in his cheeks as he shows off a dimpled smile.

"um, thanks."

"can i get you a drink?" he asks, signalling the bartender over to them.

"i've already got one," she says and he looks disappointed, like she's dismissing him without a chance, "but thanks."

and then she smiles and the boy is so sure his heart skips a beat because her porcelain white teeth make her cheekbones even more prominent and god was she beautiful.

he smiles back, considering asking for her number but then he remembers; girls this perfect always have boyfriends.

"a lady as pretty as you shouldn't be spending the new years sat at a bar by herself," the boy says, instantly regretting it because it sounds cheesy.

"yeah, well it's been a pretty shit year and i'm only here because drinking will make it go faster," she sighs.

"well, only an hour and forty five minutes until the next year."

"really? shit! i'm going to miss the last bus! sorry i have to go," she says almost immediately, jumping up from her seat, grabbing her bag and forgetting her phone is still sat on the bar.

"wait," he says as she's about to leave, lightly grabbing her wrist, "will i see you again?"

the girl stands and thinks for a minute before she replies, "i hope so."

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