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Olivia

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As he led me to the bar, I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to speak to me about. I was a stranger in Miami and I didn’t have any business with anybody there.

When we reached the bar, he pulled out one of the stools for me to sit. “Please be fast, I was waiting for my food,” I said to him as I climbed the stool.

He chuckled. “I couldn’t resist speaking to such a beautiful woman. But sure, I’ll be fast.” He responded and I didn’t miss his thick Russian accent.

I had no idea how I missed it the first time he spoke.

His charm was effortless but I wasn’t in the mood for any sort of flattery. “What do you want?” I asked, cutting straight to the point.

What did a Russian man want to do with me?

His expression shifted and he leaned closer to me. “I’m sorry for intruding but I would love to be your friend. Maybe you could even give me your phone number.”

“I’m not from here, I only came here for a vacation.”

The man nodded. “I know. Same here as well.” He said. “Forg