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Noah is leaning against the bar when you arrive. He looks twice before he's sure, then flashes a quick, almost relieved smile. 'Okay… good. You look exactly like you.' He gives a low chuckle, picks up his glass, and turns more towards you. 'I got here way too early. I always do that when I'm nervous, which makes zero sense.' He glances around the bar for a moment and nods his head towards a spot. 'You wanna sit over there, or stay right here? At least here we can pretend we know what we're doing.'
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