Chasing Chance
After downing his drinks and grabbing two more, Chance thought it best to move to a more dense area, or somewhere out of sight, preferably with low lightning and no snobby rich folk.
So he settled where there were sofas overlooking the city, and with very few people that were having drinks and seem to be in their own world, not too caring about those around them.
“I like your style, stranger.”
Chance just sat back to relax in an oversize, yet comfortable sofa, when the voice came, one which raise above all the others that whispered to each other.
Chance straightened in an upright position, gazing in the voice's direction. Peering back at him were two mischievous grey eyes and a face that has
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