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„Waiter, bring the lady a glass of wine, your best“, Tristan immediately ordered. Only the best was good enough, and maybe she’d be impressed by it. He came closer to her and gave her a dazzling smile of his own, the kind of smile that made hearts melt and girls swoon. He was indeed cute, tall, dark and handsome and well dressed, with the best job on the island, exactly the kind of man that women wanted, one would think.
“My name’s Tristan”, he answered. “And this is my first time here, actually. I’ve only recently settled down here, after getting a job.” He hoped she would ask what kind of job it was so that he would have an opportunity to impress her further. There was after all nobody more powerful than the thane on this island, and it even earned him a few crowns.
“And you … Reilly …” He pronounced her name in a certain way that made it almost sound special. “Are you from this island? If I’d known that there were women like you living here, I’d have come sooner.” Again, not terribly original (he was waiting for the right time to start talking about thaneing, Arakmat and Milo), but on the other hand she did seem interested.
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