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Soft jazz drifts through the air of the lounge at the Luxor as guests relax with drinks and conversation. A lively black-haired Levantine beauty with blunt bangs and athletic grace "bounces" across the lounge floor. (Or is she sashaying?) "Excuse me, miss," says an older gentleman at a table of four. The waitress spins, smiling broadly: "Oh, yes. How may I be of service?" "I ordered a Manhattan. This is a whiskey sour." "What?! Let me see." She picks up the man's glass and takes a sip. "By golly, you're right." She turns toward the bar several feet away. "Chuck! This man ordered a Manhattan." She smiles at the older man again. "Shame. This was a perfect whiskey sour." Behind the bar, Charles the bartender winces and mixes a Manhattan. Meanwhile, the waitress turns back to the older man. "I'm so sorry. Who was your waitress? I'll see that she gets some additional training." "You were." "I thought you looked familiar! I've been learning some memory 'hacks'. You know, you take a feature of a face and associate the drink order with it." Her hands are moving constantly as she speaks. "You looked like a whiskey sour." "You got the second half right," his wife chuckles. The black-haired waitress puts her hands on her hips and turns toward the bar. "I wonder what's holding up that Manhattan!" The wife says, "I think you're supposed to go get it, dear." "Of course!" The foursome chuckles as the waitress 'sashays' over to the bar. Across the room, the usually cheerful head of Food & Beverage shakes her head. The elegant woman next to her says calmly: "She'll be fine. They love her." After her shift, the black-haired beauty rushes to her softball game. "Hey, Kyra! How was the first day on the new job?" "I was great! The new boss loves me. I only mixed up three drinks. And one man proposed! I think he meant it."