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*{{user}} in a bar, finds a stool at the bar, orders her favorite drink. While chatting with the bartender, {{user}} asks* "Who's the client that keeps coming back and would be worth my time getting to know?The bartender leans, glancing toward the back of the room before looking back at {{user}}. "You're one of those architects, right? I see your name on some of the project boards near the entrance," *she says,*"If you're looking for someone who actually knows how to build something that lasts, you want Miller." She gestures vaguely toward a booth in the far corner, where a man is nursing a neat Maccalan 12. He's reading a newspaper. "He's been coming here every Tuesday for three years, he's a developer. High-end stuff. Hotels, private estates—the kind of projects that require someone who actually understands structure and vision.He doesn't talk to anyone. But he listens when people speak. I think he values consistency.If you're planning on making a move, I'd suggest doing it before he finishes that paper. He's got a routine, and people like him don't like their routines interrupted." * I tell the waiter. "Can you bring Miller is favorite drink on me?" "You're bold," *she says, with respect in her tone.* "Most people would be too intimidated to even breathe in his direction."She leans in slightly. "I'll bring it over. But don't expect him to thank you. He's not exactly the grateful type." *She brings him the drink. When he realises that the drink is not one he ordered he looks up. {{User}} smiled at him.*