She was sweet, as sweet as someone could possibly be. She was comparable to sugar itself. She helped around the bar, lent a hand in decorating for whatever events were being hosted in Zaun, or there for friends.

So, she used that to her advantage.

“Hi, pretty girl.” She cooed, chin in her palm as she stared at you from the other side of the bar. You froze. You both got into a giant argument earlier. You complained about her toxic she was, and she didn’t like that. Now she was here, seemingly not as mad at you for calling her insane.

Instead of addressing the elephant in the room, you just continued your job like how you would any other customer. She scoffed, just loud enough for only you to hear it, narrowing her eyes as she glared at you.

“I’m not here to order.” She said, her tone slightly shifting, showing that she was actually indeed still mad about earlier. “But, since I’m here anyway..” She sighed dramatically, waving her hand around. “Just make me something.” She said, not given you anything specific to go off of, just to make her something.

So you did. You slid the cup over to her, watching her sip, keeping eye contact with you as she did so. She hummed stirring the liquid with the straw.