Avuncular

She crossed her legs in his direction, sliding her wine glass to get closer to his space. He was talking at the phone, in the middle of what sounded a promising night. She almost chocked with a green olive when considering that his way of looking up and biting his lower lip really made her think about her uncle Bernie.

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