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He sat high at the big oak bar impatiently rapping the bottom of his pint glass -- empty -- against the tarnished wood. Not once did he look up. Rather, he stared unblinkingly down into the cylindrical vacancy.

From the kitchen door, she smiled to herself. He stared so intently that it almost seemed he was attempting something supernatural. One day, she mused, the glass would magically refill itself. 

He furrowed his brow and banged harder. 

Clearly that day would not be today... [ Read more. ]
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Story Inspiration: The Three Daggers, a pub in Edington, England.

Real-Life Review: This quaint pub is so prettily picturesque that it draws on the heartstrings even without an awkward love story... 
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“Do I have snail breath?” He huffed hot air that filled her face. 

Sniff. Pause.

“I’m picking up a salty scent, something like wet cement and soiled sidewalk,” she said. Sarcasm never was her fortée, but she was working on it. She was doing it for him. “So, yeah. Ew.”

“Ew.” He echoed with exaggerated disgust, crinkling his nose in that way that made her laugh. “But at least I don’t have snail antennae between my teeth,” he said smartly. Her toothy grin disappeared... [ Read more. ]
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Story Inspiration: Sa Golleta Restaurante, Palma de Mallorca, Spain

Real-Life Review: Sa Golleta Restaurante sits in the center of Palma de Mallorca on Avinguda d'Argentina, a refreshing distance... [ Read more. ]