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PortHun: Head Down
Miguel sat in the chair, trying very hard to ignore the giggles around him. His gaze was fixed on the phone, since he knew that it would be bad for him if he was caught looking at anything or anyone. Sure, Elizaveta would find it funny, but he didn't.
He must have really loved her if he was willing to torture himself like this.
Finally, he heard Elizaveta's voice and he lifted his head, only to get an eyeful of the red lace that she had in her hand. He lifted his head even higher and hoped that his face wasn't as red as the fabric that she held.
"So, are you finished?" Miguel asked.
"Yes," the Hungarian said. "I just need to pay, and then we can go."
Miguel sighed with relief as he went to wait outside, standing with his back to the store and far enough away from the Lingerie Bar sign. He was just glad that his brother wasn't there. He would have never heard the end of this.