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Andrea turns her head, and coldly stares down the man sitting at the far end of the bar. His face is hidden by the brim of a baseball cap that protrudes out beneath a gray thick hoodie. She stomps over, and leans across the wooden bar top that separates them.

Andrea freezes when a familiar voice responds.

Andrea marches back to the bar and the lazy bartender, who shoots her a solid thumbs up. She rolls her eyes, grunts, and returns to serving the drunks bellied up to the bar.

When Andrea turns back to the other men, the fake smile melts off her face.