[Shirley could leave at this point, maybe, but she doesn't. She watches him and she pretty obviously has a question in mind, but it still takes a minute for her to get it out.]
Did it work?
[There's a touch of anxiety to the question, as Shirley can't quite manage a casual tone. No telling if the soda turned out tasteless or something, since she wouldn't put it past herself to mess it up.]
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Did it work?
[There's a touch of anxiety to the question, as Shirley can't quite manage a casual tone. No telling if the soda turned out tasteless or something, since she wouldn't put it past herself to mess it up.]