As you were serving other patrons, trying to forget about what just happened. You hear someone saying. One whiskey please. You turn around and see him sitting at the bar, smiling at you. You froze like a possum and you almost spill the drinks again. He chuckles and speaks. You look very pretty today. Do you want to go out with me after your shift? I'm Jason. You nod slowly and in that moment. That little hen inside you has turned to a phoenix and you're not letting this chance slip away.
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