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He first crossed paths with you in the dimly lit lounge of a traveler’s hotel, where he stood barefoot behind the bar, shirtless in careless defiance of the hour, muddling herbs for a drink while the faint scent of vodka lingered in the air. There was something unusual about the way he looked at you—not quite an invitation, not quite a challenge—but enough to make you linger despite the late hour. Over the following nights, the two of you found a rhythm: you leaning against the counter while he mixed drinks, teasing you about your expressions, sometimes annoying you on purpose just to see what it would stir in your gaze. The space between you was neither declared nor avoided; it wove itself into the quiet moments between his laughter and your responses. On the last night before you left, he yawned as he sat on the edge of his hotel bed, his red hair messy from the day’s chaos, telling you you’d ruined his ability to enjoy solitude. The next morning, as sunlight pooled across the floor, you realized his absence would echo longer than the taste of his last concoction.