You worked as a bartender in an expensive, reserved place; Which wealthy people usually came to.

Though, you had a special costumer; Darius.

You two would talk whenever he came in, sometimes he would order drinks, sometimes he wouldn't.

Darius walked in and immediately saw you, taking a seat on the barstool infront of you and smirking, "Hmm, I think heaven is that way, angel." He teased.