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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were totally stalking me.” It was funny how life worked, wasn’t it? You could go your whole life without seeing someone who lived in the same city as you for a while, then you see them once adn suddenly they’re everywhere. Sloane figured it might have been some kind of curse, but she also found their run-ins to be considered dumb luck rather than something planned out. This was the guy that showed up in abandoned buildings because he was told to do so without questioning it, after all.

He sat with his back hunched on the curb, legs tucked fairly close to his body as Benny refused to allow the slight trickle of blood down his temple a chance at reaching his jawline. He swipes at the wound, lets features twist into a wince for a brief moment before the half-empty bottle is brought to his lips. “You look like shit, man.” The male commented through a laugh, inebriated state revealing a much more playfully exposed side to him as he glanced over at Andrew. “If I didn’t know any fuckin’ better, I’d say you were the one that bit it back there.”