[ She twirls an empty glass in her hand before turning to the tap. One.. two... three. She uses the third and then puts it down in front of him. Just enough foam, but not to the point where it is spilling over. ]
Thoughts are the secondary currency of a bar, you know.
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[ She twirls an empty glass in her hand before turning to the tap. One.. two... three. She uses the third and then puts it down in front of him. Just enough foam, but not to the point where it is spilling over. ]
Thoughts are the secondary currency of a bar, you know.