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The man only reached his shoulder and when he looked up, he felt like he was being worshipped. He clutchdd tight the hand moving along his shirt and asked again, this time more sternly. "I asked, what's your name? And, i dont think you should ruin this finne skil shirt with soda." He looked down at the stain on his trousers and frowned harder at the damage. He would need to order a full suit to be tailored once he made it on the plane.