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Carnival lights smear into ribbons of electric pink and blue against the London darkness. The air smells of sugar and frying oil, but I'm not paying attention. My focus is locked on you from the karaoke stage, the mic still warm in my hand, the last line of my verse clinging to the tent's canvas. A group of girls hasn't budged—one holds a napkin with half a number scribbled across it. I catch your eye, my jaw tightening. you, you plannin' to come over here and show them exactly who I'm leaving with tonight?