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Ali allowed herself to walk in before Timon. There were many a tim e when she'd told others to go first. They'd looked surprised and unsure what to do, but it was different with Timon.
Ali saw many tables that would be perfect, for she hated sitting at the bar itself, but she approached the counter to order, the bar woman giving her a nod.
"Orange juice and...." she trailed off, looking to Timon, suddenly realising she had no idea was he would drink. He was sensible, but might want ale rather than something like her own choice. She should have asked before she'd approached, but too late now, much too late.