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“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked after a silent beat.
I lifted my head and cracked open my eyes to get a good look at the guy before me. He was attractive, but still boyish. He had a sharp, angular jawline with slightly rounded cheeks. His hair was dark, the curls pushed back off his forehead. He has startlingly bright green eyes and full, plump pink lips. I guess he noticed my ogling because his lips curved upwards in a smug smirk, a set of dimples carving into his cheeks. He folded his hands under his chin, his elbows resting on the table. His right arm, wrist, and hand were decorated with countless random tattoos
“Sorry, but my mom always taught me to never accept drinks from a stranger.” I answered, letting my head thud back onto wall I was propped up against.
“But I’m Harry Styles.” He replied indignantly, his eyes wide and glinting with mischief.
“That doesn’t mean you aren’t gonna roofie me. How am I supposed to know you aren’t just lurking about for some poor, innocent girl to lure into your bed tonight?” I shot back, a smile making its way onto my face.
“Take a good look, love. I don’t think there’s a girl alive I’d have to drug to get into bed with me.”
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