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Maya, who bartended at a trendy cocktail bar on University Avenue, grinned as she sipped on her lager. "I feel you. I’ve been mixing cocktails non-stop this week. I love bartending, but after pouring mojitos, sometimes all I want is a good, cold pint. North Park’s always the spot for that." Next to her, Javier, a real estate agent hustling in the competitive San Diego market, checked his phone, already on top of things. "Speaking of the weekend, who’s coming with me to the North Park Music Fest next Saturday?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I’ve already booked my pass, and I’m telling you — this year’s lineup is incredible." Aaliyah rolled her eyes playfully. "You and your festivals, Javi. You’re always planning something. I swear you knew about this year’s fest before anyone else. But yeah, I’m down. The musicians are always fun, and I wouldn’t mind a full day of music and food trucks." Javier grinned. "Of course I knew. 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I’m just hanging out, making sure people don’t fall over after their fourth flight of beer." Maya grinned. "I don’t know how you do it, Cam. I deal with enough wild customers during my shifts, and you’re practically hosting them for a living. I guess the beer’s a good perk, though." "It is," Cameron agreed, raising his pint. "But I’ll leave the cocktails to you. You know, for the cocktail crowd." The group laughed as Maya shook her head. "Hey, everyone needs a fancy drink now and then. But I have to say, a cold beer after a long shift at the bar hits differently." Aaliyah set her glass down and looked at Maya. "So, what’s the plan for tomorrow? You still coming to the Farmer’s Market with me? I’ve been dying to pick up some fresh sourdough all week. That one stall with the pastries has been tempting me." "You know I’m in," Maya said. "Farmer’s Market in the morning. It’s my pre-brunch ritual now. Nothing beats browsing the booths, especially when the sun’s just coming up." Javier smirked. "Wait, are you two seriously doing the Farmer’s Market again? How do you guys manage to wake up for that?" Aaliyah grinned. "Easy. Coffee first, then fresh pastries. It’s called the art of living, Javi." Maya chimed in. "Exactly. Plus, there’s something about the market that just grounds me. I spend all week in the loud chaos of the bar, so it’s nice to take a breather for a bit." Cameron, eyeing the bar, nodded. "I might actually join you guys this time. I’ve been meaning to visit. Plus, there’s always great food vendors, and it’s not too far from here. We could hit up brunch after, then maybe grab more drinks?" Aaliyah laughed. "Now you’re talking. I’m in for brunch after, and there’s this new place on 30th Street with bottomless mimosas. I’ve been meaning to check it out." "I’m always down for brunch and mimosas," Maya said, her eyes lighting up. "Count me in." Javier, who had been eyeing the brewery’s menu, joined the conversation. "You know what? I’ll join you for the market. Besides, I could use a slow start before we gear up for next weekend’s festival." "You? Slow down?" Aaliyah mocked. "Now that’s something I’ll have to witness." The banter carried on as they raised their drinks once again. They talked about their week, talking about their jobs and laughing about the funny moments they’d had at work. As the sun lowered in the sky, casting a warm glow over the brewery patio, the group reflected on how they had spent hours talking, drinking, and simply enjoying each other’s company. Javier got up and stretched. "Alright, who’s in for one more?" "Let’s do it," Aaliyah said. "But only if we’re locking in brunch and mimosas tomorrow." "Deal," Maya chuckled. "Brunch is a must." Cameron lifted his pint one final time. "To our crew, good beer, and North Park — the best place to hang out." They tapped their pints once more, feeling the easy energy and the sense of community that North Park always gave them. 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