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"Rough day, or just a very dedicated cider fan?" he asked, catching her eye.

Elishka found herself leaning in, drawn to the way he listened—intently, as if her words were the only thing that mattered in the noisy room. There was an undeniable electricity between them, a magnetic pull that made the rest of the world blur into a soft-focus background. Elishka Kruglova Scoring With A Hottie From The Pub

As the bell rang for last orders, Julian reached across the table, his hand brushing hers. "It seems a shame to let such a good night end just because the bar is closing," he murmured. "Rough day, or just a very dedicated cider fan