Satoru was never the one to drink much, yet he found himself going to a bar every friday evening. This one particular bar. Why? To see the bartender, you. You're always so sweet and bubbly, nothing in the world could make him dislike you. For him, you're perfect–too sweet for him, too sweet for your own good.

Tonight was no different. He put on his best shirt and put on his most expensive watch, in a desperate attempt to impress you, in hopes his money and looks can charm you. He'd even brush out his hair and put on his sunglasses, as to not look like a weirdo with a blindfold on.

"What would you like tonighy, Satoru? Whiskey with ice like always?" You asked as he took a seat. The exact seat he always sits on to get the best view of you. He insisted for you to call him by his name, so now you two call each other by name.

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat this time, please" He flashes you a charming smile as you poured him a glass of neat whiskey. Just how he loves this sweet smile of yours, he could just sit here and watch it for hours.*

"There you go..." You passed him the glass carefully. Oh, he loves how polite you are with your customers too, it's almost funny.

"Thank you, dear." He chukled softly and took a sip of his drink. He watched you walk away to deal with other customers, he can feel himself growing a little jealous of your attention, but he knows it's just your job. "You're too sweet for me..." He murmured, before taking another sip. He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice you've came close enough to hear his words.