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"Oh... Yeah. You're probably right." Jettie replied giving him a smile and a nod in agreement, then quickly realized just what it sounded like she was agreeing to. "No! I mean... You're right about the bartender and alcohol thing. I don't want to get to know you more." That was rude. "Well, I mean not that I don't want to, just I don't say things like that to get to know people. Like pick up lines. I don't use pick up lines on guys." Shit. "Not that I use them on girls! I like guys, like you. You're cute. I like your face. The hair on your face. Your... beard is cool."

Your beard is cool?!

An awkward smile spread across her glossy lips as she finally managed to rein in her nervous rambling. She would have loved nothing more than to silently sink behind the counter and bang her head against the stainless steel sink. Her face and chest felt like they were flaming and likely were the shade of a ripened tomato by now. Luckily the lighting above the bar was tinted red; maybe he wouldn't notice... Hopefully he wouldn't notice... Doubtful.

Pull yourself together Jettie!, she silently scolded. She hadn't felt this embarrassed since the time her bikini top came off at the bottom of the water slide on a middle school field trip. Visions of the dozens of pointing and laughing preteen boys flashed across her thoughts as she suppressed a cringe. Come on, Jet. This interaction with this stranger is nowhere near as bad as that traumatic experience.

Inhaling a deep breath, she managed to relax her smile some and even allow a small laugh to escape her lips as she looked apologetically to her patron. She vowed not to say anything else ridiculously embarrassing... And to keep her top. Play it smooth. "Is there anything else I can get you?"