He was
looking around the room.
talking about his job, sports and some girl.

His friends were
wrapped around him, sharing drinks and appetizers-
(a receptive audience).

As the night wore on,
we shared some glances as he
moved closer to my end of the bar.

The crowd thinned out,
leaving him within arms reach,
with matching fingerprints.

When he asked if I wanted a ride home
I heard the word yes and realized the voice was

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