"Can I know your name?" Blake asked.
"Linda." The bartender girl winked at him as she added sugar to the whiskey. "Not everyone can know my name, but you can, because it's obvious that you really have no interest in me."
The sugar was slowly melted by the alcohol lamp. Blake said, "It turns out that making a glass of wine requires such complicated steps."
"Of course, so the first person who is willing to make you a cocktail must love you very much." Linda lit the whiskey in the glass, "Who is he?"
Harper just happened to come in from outside.
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