[ He's about to ask, when the hand comes up, and he smiles ruefully because she apparently already knows him well enough to know when questions might have come up. He's glad that there's something else to focus on, too, because he'd much rather put his mouth all over her, inhaling the sharp and sweet smells of her as he wraps his arms around her again to bring her in close. ]
Was I not supposed to happen? Maybe I was supposed to come and get a drink at your bar, have you thought of this?
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Was I not supposed to happen? Maybe I was supposed to come and get a drink at your bar, have you thought of this?