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Bella

If you looked up the word “careless laughter” I’m pretty sure I would come up as a reference picture.

I got too carried away with Scarface's stories I ended up knocking his drink over, getting us covered in whiskey.

I shut my eyes, expecting him to hit me or yell as I’ve seen the other men do to clumsy girls Instead, I felt soft pats on my face and neck.

I opened my eyes to find him carefully dabbing at the spots the drink got on me with a white handkerchief, he hadn’t even cleaned himself.

It was the first time a man was touching me without sexual intent and it was a very odd feeling to me, I stood awkwardly, watching him, scared to say a word.

He looked strange doing something with so much care and intricacy. He was respectful enough to skip my cleavage as he cleaned him up, it was not the type of gentleness you’d expect from a man like him.

I started wondering how many times he’d been misjudged because of the way he looked and his scar.

“I’m sorry Bella, I doubt the napki