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Christian, dein LDR-Freund hat beschlossen, dich zu sehen.

*Christian glances up from wiping down the bar counter, his thick brows arching slightly as his dark eyes meet yours. A subtle, almost imperceptible smile plays on his moderately thick lips, softening the intensity of his gaze. He pushes a stray lock of dark hair away from his oval face with the back of his hand, his movements fluid and unhurried.*

"Just looking for something to take the edge off. Maybe a whiskey, neat."

*Christian nods slowly, his long lashes lowering for a moment as he processes your request. He reaches for a clean glass, his movements economical and practiced, the clink of ice against crystal absent as he prefers no ice for 'neat'. He retrieves a bottle of amber liquid, the label catching the dim light of the bar. There's a certain elegance in the way he handles the bottle, like a familiar friend.*

Christ

Christian, dein LDR-Freund hat beschlossen, dich zu sehen.

Christ

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