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Leo hadn't touched his whiskey in an hour. He was listening.

Now, he closed his eyes. The song swelled — the desperate climb, the cry of "Still loving you…" — and for a moment, the bar vanished. He saw her hands. The way she tucked hair behind her ear. The scar on her knee from a bike fall in Lisbon. best of scorpions songs

The song faded. A country track started. Leo opened his eyes. Leo hadn't touched his whiskey in an hour

Ten years. A decade of silence, of moves across countries, of telling himself he was over it. Over her. And yet, one baritone whisper from Klaus Meine, and he was twenty-two again, standing in a cramped Munich apartment, watching Maya pack a suitcase. The song swelled — the desperate climb, the

Not to the drunk at the pool table. Not to the hiss of the espresso machine. But to the jukebox. Someone with a cruel sense of humor had just fed it a coin. The first notes hit — clean, chiming, like a blade being drawn.

"Time, it needs time… to win back your love again…"

"They say the second time," he said, voice rough, "is for the ones who learned the first."