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Many People Started Following You

“I had nearly forgotten how big New York City is,” Pellinore murmured. He looked at the person standing in front of him, and held tightly the hand of the girl beside him. Pell tilted his head, assessing the stranger. “Who are you?”

Rachel’s eyes were wide and a little frightened. She loved big cities for the same reason every young woman loved cities: the shopping and the sights. But she absolutely hated how crowded it was. Being what she was and who she is with, she could not help but to be paranoid around anyone they meet.

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After downing some vodka, he peered over its brim and caught sight of a lovely blonde woman. He grinned briefly, before setting his glass aside and approaching the lady.

“Uh, hi,” he said. “My name’s Nate, short for Nathaniel - and I saw you from the corner over there, and, well, would you like a drink?” He scratched the back of his head, ruffling the hair near his nape a little.

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“Should I be worried about the sudden attention?” And why were some faces awfully familiar to him? However, he just arched an eyebrow at his newest acquaintances as he simply waited for a reply.