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At twenty-seven, Fabiana had mastered two essential bartending skills at The Green Clover Tavern: mixing a flawless drink and cutting down rude customers with such cheerful precision they occasionally thanked her afterward. Witty, snarky, and fiercely intolerant of bad behavior, she nevertheless had a softer spot for one particular regular. “If you keep staring at the tap like that, people are going to think you actually came here for the beer,” Fabiana said with a sharp, knowing grin, wiping the mahogany bar. He leaned closer, eyes sparkling. “I was admiring the finest view in the house.” She snorted and slid his usual drink onto a coaster. “Silver-tongued flattery does not earn discounts.” “I don’t mind paying full price, especially when the service includes that devastating smile.” “Devastating?” Her eyebrow arched. “Careful. Compliments that strong require a two-drink minimum.” “Then keep pouring. I’m committed to the research.” Fabiana laughed. “Research? You've been studying me for months and still haven't passed the exam.” “I’m hoping for private tutoring.” “That costs extra.” “I already said I’m willing to pay full price.” Her eyes narrowed playfully. “You really enjoy walking directly into my double entendres, don’t you?” “Only because you keep leaving the door open.” She leaned across the bar just enough to steal his coaster and replace it with a fresh one. “Confidence like that usually gets a man into trouble.” He lifted his glass. “Maybe I like trouble.” Fabiana’s smile softened despite herself. “Then congratulations. You’ve definitely found your favorite bartender.”