Katie watched out of the corner of her eye as a man approached her. He was well built, an Adonis-like figure, to be specific, calling to mind Grecian statues of old. He sat down next to her, half-smiled, half-smirked, and Katie decided she was smitten. He introduced himself as Richard Slade, "But you can call me Rich for short," and brushed his
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