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As you approach the stage, you see the waitress on it, dancing along with the others, all of whom are in their late teens and early twenties. In the waitress's case, though, she's positioned prominently in the middle as one of the showcase dancers. You watch, impressed by the way she moves and dances to the music, graceful and wild as befits the song. As the song comes to an end, you find yourself applauding along with the rest of the crowd, and the company bows as one, then one of them steps forward and says that they'll be performing one more dance after a short break.

As the company splits up to take their break, you walk over to the waitress and wave your hand at her to get her attention. She sees you and nods, heading over to her bag and rummaging inside it for a while before pulling out your shirt. She walks over and hands it to you. "Good as new," she proclaims, and you take a look at it, nodding in satisfaction before putting it into your backpack. "Oh…I'm Samar, by the way," she suddenly says and sticks out her hand to you. You take it and shake it lightly, and she steps back, nodding once, her expression even.

"Want to get a drink?" she asks, gesturing at a nearby drink dispenser. "My treat." You shrug and the two of you head over there. You select one and she pays for it, handing you your drink before opening her and taking a long drink, letting out a satisfied sigh. "I really needed that," she says contentedly.