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You stared in my direction, placed you hand on your face a few times, I couldn't tell if you were flirting with me as I am hopeful you were, but you were with another fellow, so I felt it not very prudent to make a display of myself. I was the guy with the hat and suspenders that sat at the corner table next to the door and windows and wall looking at my phone every so often so as to not be staring at you, but really did like the big man you are.
If you're interested in letting me grab you a drink sometime and figuring out if more would be on the table get back to me with the color of my suspenders or what my hat looked like so I'll know it was you.
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