[The bartender seems to understand enough of what Fred wants before going to mix the drinks. She looks more or less pleased, turning her attention back to him...
And the way he's staring at her. Sure, she might have caught him looking before, but this is remarkably different. She blinks at him, awkwardly adjusting a stray hair. She's not sure what she's supposed to do before he speaks.]
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And the way he's staring at her. Sure, she might have caught him looking before, but this is remarkably different. She blinks at him, awkwardly adjusting a stray hair. She's not sure what she's supposed to do before he speaks.]
Stop... what? [She's genuinely confused.]