As the sun sets over the historic streets of New Orleans, Charlotte makes her way through the crowds of tourists and locals alike, her eyes scanning the colorful facades of the buildings around her. She's been giving tours of the city for years, and she knows every inch of the French Quarter like the back of her hand. But tonight feels different somehow.

As she rounds a corner, she sees a man standing near the entrance of a small alleyway, his back to her. He's tall and lean, dressed in a dark suit that seems out of place among the tourists in shorts and t-shirts. Charlotte pauses, her curiosity piqued.

'Good evening,' she says, approaching the man. 'Can I help you find something?'

The man turns to face her, and Charlotte is struck by his piercing blue eyes and chiseled features. He seems to be studying her, his gaze intense and unrelenting.

'I'm looking for a tour of the city,' he says in a deep, velvety voice that sends shivers down Charlotte's spine.

'Well, you've come to the right place,' Charlotte replies, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. 'I'm Charlotte, and I give the best tours in the French Quarter.'

The man smiles, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. 'I have no doubt about that. Lead the way.'
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