Taking the beer, I spin it in my hands before picking at the label and trying to tamp down my ugly, misplaced thoughts. "Damn, I should have asked if you liked beer. What do you want? I'll change it out." The sincerity in his voice should be enough, but it doesn't stop my stupid mouth from asking. "Is there a reason you bought me a light beer?" I regretted the words before they even left my lips. Without pause, he shakes his head before saying, "Honestly, it’s been a minute since I bought a girl a drink, and I was hoping my favorite might be yours too." He spins his bottle so that the label is
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