Lena tried her best not to look back at Tarzan and the pretty woman.Just then, a deep, smooth voice cut through her thoughts."Well, hello there."She looked up, startled.A tall man, perhaps in his early thirties, stood before her. His bright brown eyes caught the sunlight, and his blond hair was tousled and slightly damp with sweat. When he smiled, it was the kind of confident, disarming smile that belonged in romantic films.Lena instinctively glanced behind her, wondering if he was speaking to someone else."It was you," he said with a soft chuckle. A charming dimple appeared on his left cheek. "I was speaking to you. No one else."He seemed to notice her confusion."Oh… hi. Sorry, I just didn't expect—" Lena stammered and paused abruptly. She shifted on her feet, suddenly self-conscious. "Sorry again.""You look like you're new in town," the man continued, tilting his head with curiosity. "Waiting on someone?"Lena blinked, caught off guard by his direct question.She offered a
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