Alone at the table, with Kate off somewhere, the bartender (45-ish, grey hair, but not terrible) stops at my side.
"I just wanted to say that you and your friend are really beautiful women. I'm the bartender, I'm not trying to hit on you."
And then I said thank you and he walked away. And I sat there smiling to myself.
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