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| I still remember the first time I saw him. Across the haze of a smoky room, as my friends were actively debating whether to remain at the bar or walk across the road to the dance club, his eyes caught mine. Whether he was staring at me, or through me, I'll never know. All I know is that in that moment, in his bored scan across the room, he caught my eyes in an instant and a fire sparked. His gaze didn't linger on mine. A wave of disappointment went through me. Of all the times I'd been here, I'd never seen him before. Oh, the occasional attractive man stumbled up to make an awkward pass (and occasionally succeeding), but he was different. Indifferent, perhaps. Standing with a group of men, but somehow seeming apart. Scanning the crowd with the look of a panther eyeing its prey - no, a lord surveying his subjects, somehow owning all of us, peering down at our pettiness. Piercing blue eyes, hard and distant. Shaking off the disappointment (why was I disappointed?), I turned ...
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