Today's OneWord: Composed

She appeared composed from a distance, calm and collected. It wasn't until I got closer, through the dust and fumes of bourbon, that I noticed the dirty tear streaks close to her jaw. She had neglected to wipe the offending water away, and now the bartender was serving her a tall glass of something probably very strong with a fixed look.

"Don't make me cut you off, okay?" he warned, which confused me, because the woman seemed sober, even though upset.

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