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his eyes slightly widened, as if saying, Okay , but in the most sarcastic way.
    I cross my right leg over the left and adjust my posture. “So…how’s the nightlife around here?”
    He frowns and shrugs his shoulders. “Not too much to do. Go to San Francisco if you want the clubs and late-night scene.”
    “Where do single people go to meet other single people?”
    His perfect brow narrows, skeptically, as he appraises my question. “You didn’t move all the way across the country in hopes of finding love, did you?”
    My leg slides down, and my foot hits the bar. “So what if I did?”
    He leans forward, grabs the shot he poured for me, and drinks it. “Seems like a waste of time.”
    “You don’t believe in love?”
    He sets the glass down on the bar harder than the other two shots he took. “I believe in love just as much as I believe in death. It is inevitable, and it can hurt.”
    His words are straightforward, and he sounds unaffected, but his eyes bear the hurt he speaks of. They’re looking straight at mine, and I am captivated by the heaviness of them.
    “Have you always been this cynical?”
    He breaks our contact.
    “Let me guess. You got fucked over by one undeserving woman?” My comment causes him to flinch.
    His chest puffs out with the smallest of laughs, as if what I said was comical. “Let’s just say, I’m serving my time.”
    I slap my hand against the bar. “God, this is what pisses me off. Women are always accused of being overly dramatic and never letting things go, but at least we move on from failed relationships. One man scorned, and the rest of us get shoved into a category of unworthy adversaries of your affection.”
    The right side of his cheek rises but not in a smile. He’s shaking his head in a way you would to a child who just made a mistake.
    “If you’re so desperate to meet someone, you picked the wrong place. Napa is for lovers, not loners. If you’re alone in this city, you’ll only find misery.”
    Misery is felt within the heart. It doesn’t matter where you live.”
    “Why do you want to fall in love so badly?” His words are quick.
    “I never said I did!” I say louder than intended. “You can’t judge someone without knowing a thing about them.” I take a breath and wave my hand in the air. “Aren’t bartenders supposed to be the best listeners? You’ve done nothing but insult me.”
    Wrapping my hands around the cold pint glass, I stare at the dark liquid lying in there, half-full.
    “I’m a catch,” I say even though I don’t know why I’m explaining myself. “I have a college degree, and I’ve always been gainfully employed. I’m pretty, not in a conceited way, but I’m okay to look at, and I can be a good time. I am an excellent gift-giver and can definitely hold my own in a conversation. Many have even told me I’m funny. I’m not desperate for love, but, yeah, I’d like to find it. I just don’t want to settle. You only get to live life once. Why waste it with the wrong person?”
    When I look up, his expression is different. He is staring at me, as if trying to decode a mystery. His square jaw isn’t clenched as tight, and the corners of his eyes have a slight crease to them, softening them.
    For some unknown reason, I can’t help but stare right back. My heart begins to race, and without my permission, my lips part in an inviting way. I’ve never met this man before, yet there is something about him that I feel almost connected to. My hand starts to tingle with this burning need to touch him—not sexually, just physically.
    It’s like I need to make contact or else I’ll implode.
    I think he feels it, too, because his pupils dilate, and the olive green turns onyx, making him look hypnotized in the moment.
    My fingers inch slightly forward, and I will them to come back, but they have a mind of their own. My hand is just inches from his, the static in the air igniting as skin draws closer to skin, when a cell phone vibrates