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1. Can I Buy You a Drink? /   ?


The Copper Kettle was a small bar on a quiet street in Brooklyn. It had old wooden tables, warm yellow lights, and a bartender named Ray with gray hair and very kind eyes. On Friday nights it was full of people, music, and the smell of French fries.

The Copper Kettle        .   ,        ,    .      ,     .

Tonight was Mia Chen's twenty-ninth birthday. Her friends were at the big table in the corner. Zoe had brought a paper crown and put it on Mia's head. "You're the queen tonight," she said. "Queens don't argue."

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"Queens also don't buy drinks," said Jake. "But somebody has to go to the bar. Ray is too busy."

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"I'll go," said Mia. She wanted a minute away from the noise. She went to the bar and waited. The man next to her was about thirty. He had short dark hair, a gray sweater, and a book in his jacket pocket. He looked at her crown, then at her face.

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"Let me guess," he said. "It's your birthday."

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"What gave it away?"

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"Just a feeling. I'm very good with feelings." He smiled. "Happy birthday."

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"Thank you."

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Ray came over with a towel on his shoulder. "Sorry, Mia. Crazy night. What can I get you?"

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Before she could answer, the man said, "Can I buy the birthday girl a drink?"

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Mia looked at him. She almost said no. She always said no. But she was wearing a crown, and queens don't argue.

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"You can buy the birthday girl a drink," she said, "if you tell her your name first."

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"Fair. I'm Ethan."

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"Mia."

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"Mia," he repeated, like he wanted to remember it. "What are you drinking, Mia?"

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"A margarita. And six beers for my friends. But the beers are on me."

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"Six beers? You're a very generous queen."

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"I'm a very tired queen. Those people are loud."

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He laughed. Ray put the drinks on the bar and gave Mia a look that said nothing and everything.

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"So," said Ethan. "Do you come here often?"

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Mia put down her glass. "Did you really just say that?"

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"I did. I wanted to see if it still works."

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"It doesn't."

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"But you're smiling."

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"I'm smiling because it's terrible."

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"I'll take it." He leaned on the bar. "Okay, a better question. What do you do when you're not wearing a crown?"

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"I'm a designer. I design apps. Buttons, menus, that kind of thing."

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"So you're the reason I can never find the 'cancel' button."

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"You're welcome."

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He laughed again. He had a nice laugh, quiet and real. Mia noticed that she was standing closer to him than before. She didn't move away.

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At the corner table, Zoe was watching. She gave Mia two thumbs up. Mia pretended not to see.

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"Your friends are staring at us," said Ethan.

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"My friends are always staring at something."

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"The one with the curly hair just did this." He gave two thumbs up.

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Mia covered her face with her hand. "That's Zoe. I'm going to kill her."

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"Don't. I think she likes me." He looked at his watch. "I have to go. I start a new job on Monday, and I promised myself I'd be a responsible adult this weekend."

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"Good luck with that."

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"Thanks." He paused. "Mia, I'd really like to see you again. Can I get your number?"

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Mia thought about it for one second. Then she took a napkin and a pen from the bar and gave them to him.

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"How about you give me yours?"

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He smiled, wrote his number, and folded the napkin. "Just so you know, I'm going to check my phone every five minutes."

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"Then you'll be very tired on Monday."

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"Worth it. Happy birthday, Mia."

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When she came back to the table with six beers, everybody was quiet. Everybody was smiling.

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"Don't," said Mia.

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"I didn't say anything," said Zoe.

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"You said it with your thumbs."

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On Monday morning, Mia was at her desk with a big coffee. She still hadn't texted him. The napkin was in her bag. She wanted to. She didn't know what to write.

          .      .    .   .    .

At ten o'clock her boss came in with a new person. "Everyone, this is our new senior designer. Please make him feel welcome. This is Ethan Clarke."

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Mia almost dropped her coffee.

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Ethan saw her. For a second he looked as surprised as she was. Then he walked to her desk and held out his hand, very professionally.

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"Hi. I'm Ethan. Small world."

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"Mia. Very small world."

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"You never told me you worked here," he said quietly.

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"You never asked. And you never told me about your new job."

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"I was busy buying drinks for a queen." He smiled. "By the way, I checked my phone every five minutes. All weekend."

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Mia felt her face get warm. "I was going to text you."

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"Sure you were." He turned to go, then turned back. "So, is that second drink still on? Not at work, of course."

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"Of course," said Mia. "Not at work."

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That night, at the Copper Kettle, Ray put a margarita in front of her before she ordered.

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"From the gentleman at your office," he said. "He called and paid this afternoon."

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1. Let me guess, it's your birthday.  :    .

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 : What gave it away?    ?

 : Yep. Thanks.  . .

2. Can I buy the birthday girl a drink?   ?

:      .     : Can I buy you a drink?

 : Only if you tell me your name first.     ,   .

 : That's sweet, but I'm with my friends tonight.  ,     .

3. Do you come here often?    ?

:     .         .

 : Did you really just say that?     ?

 : Not anymore.   .

4. But you're smiling.    .

:      ,   :  .

 : Fine. A little.  . .

 : That's just my face.      .

5. I'll take it.    .

:      :  ,    .

 : Of course you will.   .

6. I'd really like to see you again. Can I get your number?       .   ?

:    .   .

 : Sure. Give me your phone.  .  .

 : How about you give me yours?  ,    ? (      )

7. Just so you know, I'm going to check my phone every five minutes.    :       .

:       ,   .

 : Then I'll text you soon.    .

 : Don't wait up.   .

8. Is that drink still on?     ?

:   ,   .

 : Absolutely. Friday?  .  ?

 : Let's keep it professional.    .




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