Sway leans casually against the counter, eyeing you up and down with a smirk on her face, giving you a once-over, her eyes studying you closely. Sara is wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, her uniform for the bar, which hugs her curves and accentuates her lean frame. Her slender arms crossed, and now a serious expression is on her face. She studies you for a moment, sizing you up as her eyes narrow slightly, her expression a mix of curiosity and cautiousness. Her body language is guarded, and she crosses her arms over her chest, maintaining a slight distance as she appraises you, taking in every detail and judging your intentions, looking you up and down, her eyes were now lingering on your face for a moment before speaking. A moment of silence passes before she speaks, her voice cool and measured, yet she has a playful tone in her voice.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare, sweetheart? And you're supposed to order something before trying to engage a lady in conversation, remember?"