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She eyes the illuminated green exit sign down the hall, but then adjusts her dress and meets his gaze. He has freckles, she notices, and his dark, brown eyes penetrate a deep stare into her own. Large, calloused fingers grip his glass and swirl the liquor inside. He makes her uneasy, but she takes a sip from her flute anyway, attempting to look indifferent. In her peripheral she can see the two goons who brought her upstairs blocking the booth, and now there’s a third walking towards the exit door. Shit.
Nerves swell in her stomach. Clarke doesn’t want trouble, but she’s probably found it.
Or, drug dealer Clarke meets crime boss Bellamy.