Present Day. Arianna Grande, position, was playing in the background that night, where people were appreciating the fine lyrics of the song. The room wasn't crowded and that was the more reason she admired the bar. The light was finely dimmed with cool colors. Becky Lawyers sat on a stool across the bartender's side, gently humming the incorrect lyrics that came to her mouth, a whisky shot on one hand. She'd ordered it minutes ago and probably won't take it till she leaves. She wasn't exactly a lover of alcohol. A young man sat just beside her. "Tequila!" he called in a jovial tune. Becky turned to stare. She still saw the fine curves that revealed a crinkled dimple on his left cheek. He was in a dark jacket and jeans. The bartender, a dark curvy lady smiled upon the young man's arrival. "Sir Logan," she said, and he rose up to playfully give a 'Prince Charming' bow. "My shift is over. Gotta run." The lady announced, taking off the apron on her. "Alright, mademoiselle." Said the
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