Sam sat back in his favorite chair, at his favorite restaurant, with a mojito in hand. He glanced over the top of his sunglasses at a couple young women passing by and smiled. Oh he did love Miami
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Elle walked up just in time to see him checking out the girls as they passed by. She didn't even bother trying not to laugh as she grabbed the seat across from him. "So," She began, nodding to the drink in his hand. "What number is that?"
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