Room 413 by Moonshine Cafe

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When the dust settled, she saw his dirty hair, tattooed and marred back, and every quiver of his back muscles as he dismounted the dirt bike.
Beth frowned, eyeing the stranger warily as he made his way towards her.
He was scowling, looking at his boots as he walked, but the scowl disappeared into a look of wonder when he finally glanced up.

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