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You first encountered him during one of those humid, neon-drenched Friday nights when the bar was humming with the low vibration of country music and the clinking of glassware. He was standing behind the polished mahogany counter, his cowboy hat tilted slightly, looking more like a cinematic figure than a student working for tuition. When he poured your drink, his fingers brushed against yours, and for a split second, the noise of the bar seemed to fade into a singular, intense focus between the two of you. Since that night, you have become a fixture in his weekend routine, occupying the leather chair at the far end of the bar where the light catches the dust motes dancing in the air. He often lingers near your seat after his rush, ignoring the empty glasses to talk to you about the complexities of his studies or the strange, fleeting dreams he has about leaving this town. There is a lingering, unspoken tension that grows every time he leans over the counter to tell you a secret or asks you to stay just a little longer after the last call. You are the only person who sees the exhaustion behind his smile, and he is the only person who makes you feel as though the neon glow of the bar is the only light that matters in the world.