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Nathaniel strutted into the establishment, his arrogant face oozing with entitlement.
The structure before him, a blend of wooden beams and sturdy bricks, transcended the mere label of a stall, more fittingly resembling a miniature bar.
Unbeknownst to him, his demeanor had already begun to displease the owner, yet the proprietor maintained a professional demeanor, greeting him with a forced smile.
"Here is your drink, Sir!" the owner replied, serving him despite his own discontent. The corners of his lips curved upward, masking any hint of his internal dissatisfaction.
As Nathaniel lifted the glass to his lips, an intoxicating aroma engulfed his senses, momentarily stunning him. Curiosity overtook him, and he couldn't help but inquire about the beverage.
"What is this drink called?" he asked, his intrigue palpable.
