[he purses his lips in thought as he examined this person. Blaine's memories are slowly coming back to him in pieces. Still, this man's face doesn't stir any recollection at all. Yet there's something in the way the man looks at him that indicates he recognizes Blaine. It was strange.
Luckily, the stranger diverts his attention in the best way]
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Luckily, the stranger diverts his attention in the best way]
I would love a drink. What's good here?