...snagging on a youth hovering alone next to the bar.
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You head over and settle against the bar beside him. He turns and smiles at you from beneath long, dark lashes. There is a wicked edge to the smile that is helped by the smudge of dirt across one cheekbone. Carefully you take out a crisp white handkerchief and wipe away the dirt. He leans into your touch.
