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"Keep your head, heels and standards high."</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><br/>
The red-haired woman could not help but furrow her eyebrows as soon as the stranger sat down besides her. It was definitely a bold move, but as her emerald green eyes gazed at him with one of her most surprised expressions, she honestly found herself unable to come up with an excuse to make him leave. Perhaps it was that very small part in the back of her mind that did not want him to leave. He had chosen to sit with her, the young woman that was obviously trying to distance herself from others, and it was rather clear that he did not do it because he needed something from her. Not after hearing his expensive order and seeing how fast the bartender had approached him. <br/>
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"I highly doubt I am good company, sir." A weak, but somewhat gentle smile threatened to curl around Esmée's lips as she listened to the gentleman, before she nodded thankfully at him upon seeing him light the cigarette that she was about to smoke. Of course she was quick to inhale it - the scent, taste and the feeling somehow managed to calm her down just slightly. "May I ask why you decided to sit with me, or would that be inappropriate? Is it needless to say, like most people would call it?" While her lips formed a glimpse of a grin, her orbs revealed a hint of both melancholy and indignation, which was obviously clouding the forced expression on her face. </span>