“Hi,” I say. “How are you?” “We’re here to keep an eye on you,” one says. Not what I asked, but I guess we’re bypassing the small-talk thing. “Oh. That’s nice. It’s good to have such strong, handsome guards.” I wink, and the one on the left frowns. “Is there something in your eye?” he asks. Right. I suck at flirting.
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