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"That French Guy"

"One Mai Tai, please." The guy said as he sat in one of the stools in front of me. He tugged on his dark blue neck tie, loosening it up as he typed something on his phone. He seemed a little furious and I'm not going to lie, it is a little tempting to ask him if he's alright, but I'm not planning on wasting any of my words on him. "Shit. " He shook his head, slamming the phone on the counter. He sighed, burying his head in his hands in frustration.

Yeah, maybe I should ask the poor guy. "You okay there, buddy?" I added dark rum to the drink and almond liqueur, finishing it up with a Cherry garnish. "You look like shit. C'mon, drink up," I slid the drink in front of him. He looked up, his lips twisting up into a grin. The angry expression he had earlier was no longer present.

"Did you just say that I look like shit?"

I swallowed upon hearing his French accent. I must've missed it when he spoke the first time. "Uh, yeah – I did. Sorry, pal, but you really  do look like shit. I'm just stating the truth," I said, lifting both my hands up in the air. "Don't worry, drink's on me."

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