Could you be my last call tonight…tomorrow or even next wee.

Here’s a playful 5-line addition for a rendezvous with a handsome bartender:


The ice clinked as our fingers brushed—
his smile, a twist of lime and mischief.
"Last call," he lied, pouring stars into my glass.
The night stretched, slow and intoxicating,
whispering secrets only the dawn would overhear.*
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