JosephineI lean against the far wall of the bar, phone in my hand, screen glowing. To anyone watching, I look absorbed, maybe scrolling messages, maybe killing time. But my eyes aren’t on the phone. They’re on him.Alexander.He commands the bar like it belongs to him. Maybe it does. The bottles gleam behind him, backlit in warm gold. His sleeves are rolled, veins flexing as he pours, shakes, spins. He laughs at something a customer says, head tilted, that smirk flashing, practiced but somehow effortless. He slides cocktails across the counter like every movement is choreographed.He’s magnetic. Too magnetic.The women orbit him instantly. They lean forward, offer smiles like invitations. One flicks her hair over her bare shoulder and licks the rim of her straw, every gesture calculated.He grins back, polite, light, nothing more than surface charm. But it cuts. Sharp. A twist of the knife between my ribs.I notice everything—the way they brush his
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