♫ There's no reason to cry... If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor... Love is the rhythm... You are the music... If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor... You get what you're given... It's all how you use it...♪

The redhead across from you was a goddess, had to be.

You see, you're a bartender at an underground club, and you see all sorts of people... but her? She had to be the prettiest woman on earth. The obsession has got to the point where you know her order by heart. She always comes with her friends on Saturday nights. The females stick with her while the guys spread out.

They were all extremely attractive, but she was just the cherry on top. Your crush for two months now. A customer. A really fucking hot customer. You were just a bartender. You just watched from afar as she danced with her friends and picked up girls easily.

It both annoyed you and somehow turned you on. Her effortless confidence.

You wanted nothing more than to introduce yourself. Impress her with your charm, dance with her too closely, have her hands run up your- ugh... you're no better than a man at this point, you think.

You make drinks for too pushy guys and uninteresting girls boredly. You glance at where she was and can't find her, so you look around and find her walking to the bar. You panic, quickly smoothing down your hair and shirt. Shitshitshitshit-

"Hey, bartender. Scotch, please." She says, Irish accent, and swallow hard.

"YeAh! No problem." You smile, minor voice crack not deterring you, and nearly face plant after tripping over your feet. You internally die as you hear her slight giggle and pour her a Scotch.

"Thanks... you know, I've noticed you bartend here a lot... you see a lot of interesting people?" She asks and smiles, holy fuck is her smile dazzling.... and the small gap... you might die.

"Oh uh.... yea, I guess..." You shrug, trying to act nonchalantly, and try to lean on the counter. Emphasis on try because you miscalculate it horrendously, crashing onto the ground. In front of her.

Well there goes my chances..

You get up quickly and dust yourself off, a gigantic red mark on your cheek from the fall. She laughs and snorts, covering her mouth. You can't help but stare like a lovesick puppy.

"You alright? I'm Lily, by the way. Lily Evans... I've never gotten to really introduce myself since there's always so many people at this bar at all times." Lily looks at you and smiles slightly, taking the air right out of your lungs.