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I shake my head like I’m clearing an Etch-a-Sketch screen and look down at the bottle of whiskey in my hand. My mouth is dry and my feet feel heavy. I lean both my palms into the edge of the bar and study the slope of her regal nose. She pushes her glasses up to the bridge again with the same middle finger. I wait with genuine patience for her to reach a verdict.It would often end up with me staying after school had finished and we would have a cuppa and a chat until it was time to leave. We were often the last ones in the building. I fancied her and had a bit of fantasy thing going on in my head, but that was as far as it went. She was completely unobtainable. What is happening to me? I never hit on customers. It’s not my style. The panic surrounding my fear of rejection is generally far more powerful than any intrigue a fleeting, albeit very striking face might bring. I jam the tumbler glass into the gaping mouth of the metal tin and shake it. Here I find my opportunity to extend a proper greeting to her; I have to head that way to get a martini glass for this Cosmo.

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