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a little on edge?" Angie asks. I take a deep breath and nod.
    "I'm fine, really, just looking around," I tell her and she pulls me tighter.
    "We both know you are not fine, don't lie to me. I know you better than anyone," she reminds me. Better than anyone that's known me in the last six years, before then I don't know who knew me. Angie is the first friend I can remember ever having. We laugh at the same jokes, buy the same clothes, our music and movie choices are pretty similar too. She has the prettiest dark brown eyes and long wavy light brown hair with golden highlights strategically placed to make it look like she spends her days on the beach.
    "Sorry, I just had a strange feeling, like I'm being followed or watched. I'm sure it's just jet lag, I must be tired still. I didn't sleep well last night either," I inform her. She takes this opportunity to look around herself.
    "Nope, no one following us except for that strange, large man hiding in the shadows wearing a black trench coat," she says in a low, sinister voice and I know she's making fun of me now.
    "Oh my god, where," I squeal, pulling her in for a hug. We both break out in laughter, causing Mariana to stop and turn around.
    "Are you two done, we're about to enter an adult establishment," she says in her motherly voice. Her dark hair pulled back in a red headband and the white lace on her collar are just the right touches to go with her demeanor.
    "An adult establishment? Why didn't you tell me we were going to see strippers tonight Mariana? I hope they are male," Angie says with a wink as we walk into the pub. We pass a few full tables finding an empty one closer to the back.
    Once seated I still can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me. I casually look around the pub but no one seems to be interested in us. It's fairly busy, looks like a meeting spot for friends. The patrons seem well dressed making me think they arrived here after work to meet up.
    Once the first round of drinks are finished and the second are being poured I begin to relax. Angie is going on about the last rave she attended when a voice slices through my thoughts, instantly sending a tingle down my spine. I roll up the sleeve of my sweater and see goose bumps on my arm. Quickly rolling it back down, feeling aware of being watched again but this time I don't feel frightened. The sound of a man's voice just gave me goose bumps, now that is worth being frightened of. The owner of this deep delicious voice is just a few tables over. I’m a little afraid to look, just in case his appearance doesn’t match up with the warm, sinful vibration skimming across my flesh. His accent isn’t as thick as the other mens in this place but he does have one.
    I listen to his voice and my eyes close. I only want to hear him, not the music, not my friends, just his voice. I’ve heard him speak before, it feels like a delectable dream, my cheek resting against a warm solid chest. A comfort in the cold. He brushes my hair back from my face and kisses my forehead. I can hear his heart beating. He eases my fears, he is an angel, he was my savior. My eyes flutter open, a panic rushing through me. I don’t know the owner of this voice and why I would have such a vivid dream in a bar frightens me. I glance around the table and thankfully no one has noticed my temporary bout of insanity. I take a large sip of my beer. I can’t stand the taste of beer actually but Angie insisted we drink Stella in London.
    I take a deep breath and against my better judgement I take a peak, curiosity winning out. I need to know what this guy looks like, either way, hot or not. I can’t deny the effect he is having on me. Slowly turning my head, scanning the group the sound came from. For some reason I thought I would instantly just know who I was listening to but there were several males in that general area. My heart is beating way too fast, like he’s watching me intensely, waiting for me to find him, which is crazy. I