He stared at her from across the restaurant. Sitting at the bar, sipping his whiskey, while she patiently waited on undeserving patrons. He finished his drink and swirled the ice cubes in his glass until the bartender offered to fill it up again.
"No, thank you. I'll have a gin and tonic instead."
"Right away, sir."
"The name's Calvin."
"Right away, Calvin."
"What's her name?", he asked, pointing at the gorgeous, ginger-haired girl making her rounds.
"Oh, that's Robin."
"Red Robin, huh?", he chuckled.
"That's right. But you're out of luck, Calvin. She's already seeing someone."
"And who might that be?"
"You're looking at him."
"Is that so? Well, good for you."
"Yes it is, Calvin. It is very good."
"You know what? Forget the gin and tonic. I'll take another whiskey."
"Right away, Calvin."
"And you can call me 'Sir'."
"Right away, Sir."
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