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Stranger Across the Bar

You came in alone, ordered one drink that somehow became three, and found the pool table empty — so you claimed it. Now the cue is in your hand, the jukebox is playing something low and aching, and you are humming without even realizing it. Across the bar, a man has not looked away from you in twenty minutes. He is not drunk. He is not subtle. And the bartender just leaned over and whispered something in his ear that made him set down his glass and stand up.