"Hey." He spins as if my hand on his shoulder burns him. All I can see through his mask are eyes glaring at my fingertips and flawless lips pressed into a thin line.
My uncertainty and intrigue softens my voice when I speak again. "What's your name?"
Those lips curve into a smirk. "Not surprised you don't know it, Hale."
The fuck you is implied as he shrugs my hand away and pushes the door open. I watch as he disappears inside – auburn hair, wide shoulders, tapered waist.
A memory tickles, is lost in the baffled haze of my mind.
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