This is the second time this has happened. The first was back at that hotel. I’m a bit out of sorts, but not enough to ignore the red flags the second time around. Yes, I’m probably overthinking it, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. It takes some effort to plaster a smile on my face. “I’m going to call an Uber. Thanks for this.” “You should drink.” His voice drops and has an uncomfortable edge. “You look dehydrated.”
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