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"You handled that spat between customers quite well, Anise."
Anise sighs, so slumped over the bar her cheek squishes against the surface Solas had cleaned. "Thanks...I didn't sign up for this."
Solas pours Anise a glass of hard lemonade from a can. "To be general manager? I'm aware.'
Anise groans. She sits up and reaches for her drink. "But I've got to do it...I'm the one the old GM picked."
"Perhaps she saw the great leader within you," Solas suggests.
"I...okay," Anise mutters, cheeks pinked. "You really think so?"
Solas smiles. "I believe that answer is evident."