I know it's terribly short. It'll be fine.

Moira couldn't believe what she saw as she looked through window of the popular Cailleach pub. Her gaze was fixed on a young girl who be mistook for eighteen but Moira knew for a fact she was only sixteen. Her brown hair just touched her shoulders and was tucked behind pierced ears to keep from falling in her face. Her tan arms rippled with well developed muscles as she wiped down the many small, circular tables that littered the pub where the audience sat. Moira could only guess how she had acquired those muscles and the scars which came in all different shapes and sizes. An apron was tied carelessly low on her hips to show a sliver of her flat tan stomach. Moira shook her head as the girl's jeans clad knees came into view, the black material had been worn out and was starting to tear from constant usage. They were clearly a favourite. The girl's head lifted and young, turquoise eyes met middle-aged grey-green ones. Dark brown eyebrows drew together and an angry glare was sent Moira's way. Bowing her head in embarrassment she turned and left the window, but not before glancing at her daughter one last time.

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