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Dean gazed at his beer, then back to the woman, then next to Sark who shrugged his shoulder, hiding a grin. And when he was about to glance again at his beer the woman chuckled as she placed her hands afore her mouth. 'And will you also give me an answer mister?' Dean wiped his chin and asked: 'Do I look this old for you to call me mister?' Waving the arms, the woman explained: 'Ah no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just out of respect. You don't look old. In contrast', she tilted her body forward and the Dean flinched. Their eyes rigged at each other and Dean was the first one to break the contact. 'You may be around my age, hahah. Why did you look away? Am I so', she rose both hands and crawled the air, 'scary!' Dean burst out laughing. As he calmed down the woman snatched the beer from him and got a: 'Hey!' from him. 'Well, you didn't give me an answer, so I must find it out myself!' And she took a sip. As Dean saw her full scarlet lips leaving the glass he wasn't so flustered anymore. More like in a trance, but the Sark's cough tore him back into reality.'And young lady, how is it?', the Sark demanded, already pouring beer into another glass. The woman took another sip, then a slightly bigger one. And she sighed satisfied. 'It's the best beer I ever had. But I think I will keep this one and you can have the new one! Are you fine with that?' Dean simply nodded and accepted the beer. But his confusion ceased suddenly and he thinned his eyes at the woman, asking: 'What is your mission? Do we know each other?' Not only the woman but Sark too was taken by this question. Dean's hands started shivering. Images of his woman cheating on him and her boyfriend beating him up flashed through his head. He inhaled and exhaled and repeated the process, only this time slower. The woman's cheerful face switched to a serious expression. She took a gulp and posed the glass down. As she did her posture also dropped. A heavy sight followed and she lastly posed her question: 'Problem with your relationship, right? By the way you can call me Larah.' 'Call me Dean and that bartender goes by Sark. (Sark: Damn why you getting me involved?) Is it that obvious? I mean what you said concerning my relationship?' Sark coughed thereupon and suppressed a grin to the point he had to bit his lips. Sighing, Dean side-eyed him. Then he took another sip from his beer. Larah followed the example and went on: 'Not obvious. But let's just say, I just ended a toxic relationship some hours ago! So, I know how one looks. However, this wouldn't have happened' she briefly gazed with thinned eyes at the man, 'when my first love had not dumped me!' She briefly puffed her cheeks. Dean's eyes spread wide open, but not only his for Sark was also staggered by that reveal. Dean pointed at Larah and demanded: 'You, you were dumped? You? Or wait! Could it be that you were fat in the past and had a glow up?' 'No hahaha.' Larah slid her hands down her body, replying: 'I was born pretty but my love still dumped me. I never got to know the reason! Well, it Is what it is!' Sark had something to do and left the two on their own. 'Was that first love at least a model?' 'No, he was average but I pay more attention to the character!' 'I see. And what happened to that idiot?' 'Hahaha. Don't call him like that. He was everything', her eyes rigged at Dean's ones and for a beat everything around them ceased – Music, the people, everything. As Larah resumed, everything went back to normal, 'but an idiot. Well', she clasped her beer with both hands, though they were too small, 'he went on and found another person to waste his time with. So did I!' She gazed into the beer and from the side Dean could see a grin on her face. 'Well, for the man and me the relationship didn't end well and they ended up meeting in a bar at night!' Dean gulped down his beer and uttered with a bright smile: 'Lucky for them. I hope that man uses that night to correct his mistakes. Dumping you! What an idiot! I mean you seem sympatico, full of character. And speaking to you feels so familiar. So, what was his reason to dump you?' The Larah stood up and closed the distance to Dean. Her eyes were glowing and her lips twitching. And she spoke out: 'Why don't you tell me why you dumped me?' Bammm! Everyone turned to the door. And then it happened again–someone banged against the door. Right after, someone stormed in and closed the door behind him. Yes, his behaviour was weird but even weirder were his blood stained hands and the wound on his chest, as if an animal had crawled him...