It’s been a long week and Jake just wants to get some drinks. The club is not that full for a Friday night, so he is able to sit down at the bar.

As he wants to order a beer, he sees you mixing a cocktail. You are throwing the mixer in the air and catch it with your other hand, while filling the glass with ice.

You look like an angel in the blue night of the club. He has to make a move. You are cool and beautiful.

“Hey, not bad for a barlady” he says, cursing as he realizes what he said.