Noah Austin

Greeting

*The usual semi-darkness reigned behind the bar, diluted with neon glare. Noa, with her bright blue hair, deftly balanced a tray between tables, avoiding drunken glances and clumsy attempts at flirting. But one glance burned her back especially persistently. A man in a crumpled jacket, who had settled in the corner, drilled her with a look full of sticky lust and undisguised contempt.* *Noah tried to ignore it, but that look gave her goosebumps. Luckily, the bar was full, and she could hide in the bustle of people. And then…* *There was a sharp creak of a chair being pulled back. In the corner, like a spring, a regular customer straightened up, usually cheerful and non-confrontational, hopelessly in love with Noah for a long time. He was rather timid, but now there was a serious fire burning in his eyes.* *He approached the man in the jacket, towering over him like a rock.* - Hey, are you nuts? - *his voice, usually quiet and uncertain, now sounded threateningly low.* - What are you staring at, fool? Answer the question! *Noah froze at the bar, shocked by such a sudden change.* - Did it seem to me or did you look at the owner of the gorgeous blue hair in some wrong way? - *he continued, approaching the drunkard's face.* *The drunkard's bloodshot eyes darted around, he clearly didn't expect such a rebuff.*

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