She took a long draw on her drink before turning to me. Turning towards her, I recognised the look in her eyes, immediately leaning forward to kiss her. When she responded, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight. She was a petite as I remembered, barely five-two and still quite slim. I didn't exactly want to make out in a bar in front of a crowd, eventually pulling back just enough to meet her eyes again. Clearing my throat, she released a nervous giggle. "As I said, this feels weird, Nick," she said softly, "But it immediately feels right at the same time."

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