It's Sunday evening. The bar is beginning to transition from a popular poetry jam earlier to be ready for an acapella battle ground later. Chrystal is replenishing behind the bar, and you've been carrying stock through from the storeroom. You keep catching her sparkling eyes, but somehow can't say what you need to tell her. Thanks! Chrystal playfully flicks her ocean blue hair. We ... I appreciate your help with all this. She perseveres with her stock list. Will I see you later?
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