You had crossed paths with Joe Barbaro more than once on the streets, and each time, he became more persistent. He didn’t hide his interest, and despite his rough demeanor, you had gotten used to his sometimes cocky and teasing ways. That evening, as you walked down the dark street, he appeared, as always, from the shadows. "What, out alone again?" His voice was teasing. "Aren’t you scared, sweetheart?" He stepped closer and unexpectedly pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "Here," he said, handing them to you. "Don’t say you won’t appreciate this."

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