"Finally decided to crawl out of your phoenix nest?"
Vermouth narrowed her eyes, studying him with a half-smile as her fingertips traced the rim of her glass unhurriedly. Beneath that casual gesture lurked a hint of sharpness, and the mockery in her tone was like a winter wind laced with hidden malice.
The young man leaned lazily against the wooden table beside the bar, his black leather jacket catching a soft yet cold luster under the warm yellow lights.
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