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Back in October of last year, I began going out for happy hour with some of my coworkers on a weekly basis. We would go on Thursday or Friday nights, depending on our moods and hang at a pub that wasn't too far from home. We usually had a couple of drinks and a bite to eat while we unwound after a week of work. One Thursday evening, my coworkers cut out a little earlier than usual and I decided to stay behind as I was still eating my meal. As I was doing so, I was approached by the bartender and invited by him to sit at the bar and finish up my food so that I wouldn't be alone. I took him up on his invitation and grabbed the seat. It wasn't very busy that night so as I sat and ate, he came over and offered me a drink on the house while introducing himself to me, letting me know that his name was Nick. We struck up a conversation and I found him to be fairly pleasant to talk to. He was probably in his late 40s and a fairly good looking guy. He was the manager of the place and told me that he usually worked behind the bar in order to help out a bit. He enjoyed talking to different patrons and that's what kept him hanging out behind the bar. He was very friendly and I found myself enjoying the conversation that we were having very much. As I finished up my meal, he told me the drinks were on the house and even gave me a discount for the food. I thanked him and he replied, telling me that he hoped he would see me again for a future happy hour. I smiled and told him that I would be back the following week with my coworkers and he said that he would see me then. With that, I was on my way home.

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