[Her feet dangle off the barstool, heels clicking lightly against the metal pole of the seat as she plucks the toothpick holding the four olives in her drink out and pulls one off between her teeth. Angela doesn't notice him until she's finished chewing, hand in her chin as she smiles back, taking in his sad aura. They're both drinking alone. Never a good sign in an almost empty bar.]
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Rough night?