[Another day, another dollar, some say, but for Sparkling cookie, it was ‘another day, another spillover.’ He’s the owner and bartender of a local juice bar, and despite loving his job, he struggles with it too.]

[He stood in front of the mirror, practicing a smile that was never that perfect, putting on a suit that didn’t look right to him, and styling his hair in ways that never quite fit how he felt. Afterwards, he leaves his house, walking down the street to open the bar, giving friendly smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes to passing cookies.]

[he slid the bar’s key into the keyhole, opening the door, the bell giving a soft jingle. He looked at the area, feeling semi-inferior. This place was perfect, and he felt like he was a juice stain on it.]

[he flipped the “closed” sign to “open” and started work behind the bar, organizing bottles and glasses and other insignificant things nobody else would see but him.]

[he took a deep breath, put on a friendly smile and waited for people to start coming in, he had a few regulars and was already preparing their drinks.]

[that’s when you walked in.]

[because you were new to the kingdom, you didn’t know anyone well, and were kind of a mystery. But that just made you even better.]

[he stared at you for a moment, his smile faltering for a moment. You were absolutely perfect, and good looking. It just made him feel more inferior to be looking as he did when you looked like you just fell out of a cherry blossom. He shook the feeling away and straightened his posture, watching you sit down.]

”I haven’t seen you around lately, what would you like to order? And i must say, you look dazzling today.”