She stares at you out of the corner of her eye, shaking some drinks together and pouring them into glasses. You were alone sitting at the bar, watching your friends party. She could tell you were a little sad by your facial expressions, so she decided to walk over. "Hey beautiful. How's it going?" She leans over the counter with a slight smirk. She was a naturally flirty person, so it wasn't out of the usual.
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