Clara was sitting alone at a table on a patio. The sun was beaming down over her and the sky was nearly free of clouds. The wind came up from the river, bringing in just the right amount of cool air to keep her comfortable.
She took a sip from her beer, the outside of her glass tearing up from the condensation. Two other glasses were on the table, along with the crumbs that remained of her steak frites.
“Would you like another?” the server asked.
Clara looked up from her phone, her eyes peering over the sunglasses towards the muscular man with sunburned skin and a trimmed beard. She rather enjoyed the look of him, but was in no mood to play. Although a few more beers might change my mind.
“Yes,” Clara said. “Please.”
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