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Kylo was seated in front of her beer for a while now, and had barely touched it. She was watching couples dancing together, had to be submitted to the deafening blast of the music and couldn’t stop sighing. She didn’t like that kind of place, and preferred the relative quiet of the gym she visited diligently. But as her best friend Phasma said, she had no chance of meeting her fated sweetheart hidden behind her barbells. So she came here, but wasn’t hoping for anything anymore. It wasn’t her thing. As she was about to go home, a gorgeous redhead took the vacant spot next to her and offered to buy her a drink. Kylo smiled, pleasantly surprised, and accepted. She stayed until morning with the young and pretty woman, and when she finally took the way home, she had a little piece of paper in her pocket, with Armélia Hux’s number written on it, next to a lipstick mark.
She also had one at the corner of her lips.
