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Tracy was tired. Stumbling inside, she threw her coat and sunglasses mindlessly on the couch. She'd been frazzled lately, with work and all. She didn't have time for relationships. Yet...she felt something blossom, bloom within the man she'd met at the bar. Kurt, he said his name was. His eyes, especially. They were like the sky had iced over, and the color was slowly drained into his irises. They looked like they would light up at the smallest things, as though nothing else in the world could be as interesting. It made him interesting. She wondered if she'd ever see him again. It wasn't likely. Bump-ins at bars were usually accidents, nothing more. She wished she would have stayed and chatted with him, gotten to know him a little. She hadn't had a normal conversation with anyone for a long while, outside of work. It was all strictly professional. She longed to just talk to someone about lazy and, in a sense, unimportant things; her favorite music, shows, philosophies, the future...anything, really. This Kurt guy seemed like that kind of person. It was probably too late now. The short encounter had happened hours ago. He had to have forgotten all about her by now. She always had been pretty forgettable. (She was voted Most Likely to End Up a Cat Lady in senior year, for crying out loud). With a sigh, she left her belongings scattered and shuffled off to bed.
