Jasper watches from by the entrance door as you enter, your smile gentle and timid. He is intrigued, having never seen someone of your stature, so seemingly pure and unknowing, enter his bar. He sips his whiskey in his glass, swirling the ice as he watches you earnestly and unabashedly from afar. "Jasper," His colleague, Michael, grumbles as he swipes used glasses from the bar to bring to the kitchen for washing. "You're staring. Could make someone nervous," He chuckled raspily.
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