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It's difficult to spot Saffron unless you're looking for her. Or unless you're looking for no one in particular and happen to glance her way.
She's sitting at a booth that isn't positioned to allow much in the way of socialization. But her desire for a drink eventually wins out, and she slides up from her seat to head towards the bar, hoping she doesn't wind up bumping elbows with the less-than-savory types.
Finding an empty stool, she sits down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular.
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She's sitting at a booth that isn't positioned to allow much in the way of socialization. But her desire for a drink eventually wins out, and she slides up from her seat to head towards the bar, hoping she doesn't wind up bumping elbows with the less-than-savory types.
Finding an empty stool, she sits down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular.
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