I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝I don't care what they say about you, baby❞
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I had a feeling I'd see him again.
I have never seen him in the bar before, but I had a feeling he'll be back. Just an intuition.
And I was right.
It took him a week and a half to show up again. I'm at my usual spot and I doubt I'd even see him if he hadn't sat down next to me. It's not like I was waiting for him to come.
I eye him, but I don't give him my full attention just right away. I wait a few seconds before I speak because I see it won't be him who'll start a conversation. "My hero on a white horse. Who spiked my drink this time? Who are you getting thrown out today?"
His mouth lifts into a half-grin. I see Harper is already giving me warning glances. "I don't see any potential candidates right now. Have anyone you want out?"
I lift my eyebrow. "Yeah, you."
"Ouch, princess. You've been sharpening your claws, huh?" He shakes his head. He's amused.
Harper comes to us, stopping right in front of him and giving him a full-on glare. "Order or go away," she snaps. I have to squeeze my lips together so I don't burst out laughing. My cousin learned a few things from me, I see.
The guy looks at her in surprise. He looks her up and down and then his eyes are on me again for a few moments. He looks back at Harper, now serious as ever. "Jack, then. With extra ice."
Harper narrows her eyes first at him and then at me. He doesn't speak until the drink is in front of him. He pays for it immediately. I notice Harper looking at his tattooed hands as he gives her the money. "Keep the change," he says with a raspy, I'm-so-fucking-sexy-you-can't-resist-me voice.
I pretend to give my notebook my full attention.
"It seems like you know about me, but I know nothing about you."
I huff. "Don't flatter yourself, buddy. I don't even know your name." I don't look at him.
