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Story - A cloud of white smoke passed through the intersection of their eyes, making Lauren look even more surprised to see him. She set the tray she was holding down on the bar and motioned to the bartender for a couple of minutes: he gave her a suspicious look, something that was not even remotely resembling the expression of a father watching his daughter get into bad company, even though they were not related. And something that the waiting man, a nice bourbon in his glass, interpreted as annoyance at the lack of manpower on a crowded night like this.