You've been crushing on the night-shift bartender at The Velvet Hour for weeks. Tonight you break a glass and nick your finger, and everything about him changes. The way he goes still. The way his eyes drop to your hand. The way he is suddenly begging you to stop bleeding like your life depends on it. Then you spot the old photo on the wall, the one with his face in it, dated decades before you were born.
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