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Nate sat at the bar enjoying a whiskey. He could feel her eyes on him as she slowly made her way towards him. When she sat down, flipping her hair over her shoulder, he was able to catch the lightest hint of her shampoo. He didn't turn to look her but knew that her eyes hadn't left him.

When she still had not spoken a word after several minutes he finally decided to let his hand fall from his drink to his knee and acknowledge her. "Is there something you need Sophie?" he asked trying to find the answer in her eyes. His gaze did not rest on her eyes for very long though. His eyes glistened as they burned a trail from her dark eyes to her slightly parted lips down her long elegant neck, past her slim waist, and along her long slender legs to her heeled feet. She was sitting on the barstool turned towards him. She was wearing a sleeveless dress with a low v-neck. Her legs were crossed and one arm rested on the bar the other hung at her side. The look in her eyes told him quite clearly that trouble lay ahead, something he decided (against his better judgement) to ignore.

Sophie leaned towards Nate and snatched his glass off of the bar. "I just wanted to tell you Nate, that I thoroughly enjoyed stealing a train with you, even if it ended up being for nothing". Her whole face lit up, her eyes sparkling like dazzling stars, "You know, trains always make me think of you. Do you remember?" She leaned forward tapping him gently on the shoulder.

He looked at her still trying to figure out her game. "Of course" he finally state, "the rail journey from Madrid to Ponteverda". She took a sip of his whiskey and then licked her lips. She set the glass back down in front of him and let her hand rest gingerly on his left elbow.

She leaned towards him allowing her hand to slide down and whispered into his ear "Those few hours stuck with you in a tiny train compartment were the most pleasant and education of the whole year for me". She sat back up and tossed her hair over her shoulder raising her eyebrows as well, "I still think about that trip with great fondness".

Nate shook his head and looked down at the drink now in his hands again, "Yeah". It wasn't really a response to her statement more of just a word to fill the silence. He allowed his thoughts to wonder for a moment back several years. He could see her, exactly as she looked in that ridiculous flamenco costume, sitting in the seat opposite him staring at him trying to get inside his head. She was chatting about her favorite novels and artists. He had tried to ignore her attempts to draw him into conversation, resolved this time not to let her break through the wall. He failed miserably though. He really enjoyed this talking to her. He enjoyed her enthusiasm and passion, it was contagious and he always seemed to find himself in this persistent battle of wits and charm, minds and emotions with her.

Nate shook his head and took another drink of whiskey drawing himself out of his reverie. He turned back towards Sophie only to find her putting her jacket on. She stood up, leaned towards, her face was mere inches from his own. She turned slightly and brushed her lips against his cheek. Then she walked away and out the door.

It wasn't until later that Nate found his wallet was missing. In its place was a letter.

Nate -

Now we are even. For now at least.

Sophie

He smiled to himself as he placed the note in box in his top drawer amongst a few other pieces of paper and some small trinkets and various odds and ends. Yes, round two goes to Sophie. But there are still many more to come.