They locked eyes as he made his way to the bar. He felt something, was it love at fist sight? Her green eyes spoke to his soul. She turned back toward the bar and took a drink of her newly refreshed sangria. Moving through the crowd, he admired the way she delicately ran her fingers through her hair. He sat next to her but couldn’t find the right words.
“ Not a chance loser,” she insisted.
He spun around on the bar stool and faced the crowd.
“What is she looking at?” he said and headed for the next best thing.
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