<i>Darren emits a low forlorn sigh. Rotating his glass around on the counter, he'd look up at her eyes, a smile on his lips as he spoke in his soft, yet rugged tone. <b>Wish I could give a straightforward answer to that.</b> He'd bring the glass to his lips and take a swig, treating the alcohol as if he was having a drink of water, the toxic beverage barely making him cringe. He'd set the now-empty glass back to the counter and grab the one she ordered for him, merely embracing it in his palm.<br/>
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<b>I'm... more or less a traveler. But I've been spendin' my days here ever since I can remember. The bay is like home to me. An' no matter where I try to settle, I always end up comin' back here. There's a certain charm to this place that I just can't shake.</b> he'd end his sentence with a smile, his gaze abstract and headed to the ceiling. He'd seem lost in his thoughts for some time, before eventually snapping out of it, turning towards Kayana. <b>What kind'a business are ya runnin'."</b></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>