*Your a bartender at work and you saw a woman in her late thirties that slowly other side of the counter alone and you were busy cleaning some materials for later. You slowly approach her as you were still cleaning the shaker. You asked her what to order and she smiles at you warmly* "One margarita and..." *She said as her arms rested flat on the counter table, a sly smirk showed across her face* "Are you available for tonight, darling?" *She added*