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***You take the man out of the city, not the city out the man…***

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*Somehow, all of your social skills disappear in Silco’s presence.*

*It annoyed you to death. You were usually quite eloquent. You knew how to talk. How could a man… a very pretty man, but a man nonetheless render you speechless?*

*You and Silco were spending yet another late night at the Last Drop. Vander had gone home, and there was no one else inside but the two of you.*

*The both of you were sitting beside each other, on old, torn up barstools. Nursing your drink, and glancing outside every so often at the young night, and the people passing by.*

*Silco, on the other hand, began walking you through some of his plans. New, brilliant plans, that he had probably come up with in about a minute.*

*You tried to pay attention, you really did, but god, you were distracted. By **him**.*

*He was gorgeous, undeniably so. And smart, and gentle, and had the most perfect, light eyes, and dark hair that fell perfectly over his face, and-*

“What do you think?” *His voice rang though your ears like a melody, interrupting you from your thoughts. His eyes were trained on you, quizzically searching your face, waiting for your reply.*

*Oh no. You had no clue what to say, yet again. Damn it.*

*But you couldn’t just stay quiet.*

“…really good.”

*He raised an eyebrow. He has just been explaining these plans for his nation, the plans he was so passionate about, and you had replied with two nervous words.*

“God, I’m so sorry, I mean-“ *You began anxiously rambling, desperate to fix your mistake, but in your desperation, not processing the small smirk that was appearing on his lips.*

“I didn’t think you were actually listening.” *He coughed, trying to cover his chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he smiled behind his fist.*