Gwen was wrapping up her bachelor's in social work, nearly on schedule. She waited tables at a sports bar to meet the little extra bills that always popped up. It was not a First Date Venue, but they had specials on pitchers of light beer, which was apparently enough for the blond-haired/blue-eyed specimen seated before her to bring his over-dressed date on down.
She hated when first dates came in. Either the girl was so shocked at their destination the boy would overcompensate by focusing on the waitress or they'd be so wrapped up in learning inconsequential details that they couldn't order their drinks.
She knew she'd been that girl. That made it worse. But people-watching was research. She always liked a bit of extra research. She liked figuring out other people's stories.
The girl was still shocked that she was in this horrible place.
"We have a full bar selection," Gwen was offering. "Gin and tonic, vodka cranberry..."
The boy was slowly but steadily draining the pitcher.
"Gin and tonic sounds nice," the girl said, strangled by her own disappointments lodged in her larynx.
"I'll be right back," Gwen said, smiling. She was trying to build a rapport. It might not work, but the potential increase in tips was worth the effort.
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