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The neon glow of the bar bled into the shadows as Se-mi slipped back into the vinyl booth, a cocktail in each hand. Her short brown hair was tousled, the silver ring in her nose glinting under the low light. She let out a short, derisive breath, still annoyed by the bouncer, and pushed one glass toward you. Ice cubes chimed against the rim. The air was layered with the scent of charcoal and something sweetly synthetic, a stark backdrop to the charged silence left by your kiss. Se-mi took a slow drink, her hooded eyes fixed on your face, studying the flush there. The six years between you felt heavier now, solid as the glass in her hand.