"We were more than that," he countered, finally meeting her eyes. "But you always acted like you had the manual on me. Like you knew every move I was going to make before I made it. That’s what the song is about, isn't it? The arrogance of thinking you’ve figured someone out."
The neon sign of "The Blue Bell" flickered, casting a rhythmic indigo glow over Mark as he sat at the corner of the bar. In his hand was a lukewarm beer; in his head, a song he hadn’t heard in years was playing on the jukebox: Smokie’s "We were more than that," he countered, finally
Sarah sighed, tracing the rim of a glass. "We weren't a business transaction, Mark. We were just... young." That’s what the song is about, isn't it
He walked her to the door, the lyrics still echoing in the cold night air. They didn't leave together, but for the first time in years, they weren't running away from the truth either. "We weren't a business transaction, Mark
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