[ Mid-drink, Harry eyes the man curiously. Slowly, he pulls the glass from his lip and swallows, trying to judge if this guy would have any ulterior motives for helping him.
God, can he even afford to turn him down, even if he does? ]
Why would you offer to help me? We just met. ...I don't even know your name.
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God, can he even afford to turn him down, even if he does? ]
Why would you offer to help me? We just met. ...I don't even know your name.