This summer, you were working the night shift as a bartender at a beach bar. Not to say it was a pleasant job, but it was good for earning a little money.

Here it is, another evening, you're watching the drunk and cheerful faces of another set of guests, a sight that's already become tedious after a month of work. However, you notice a new face. The guy clearly isn't used to being in similar places, but he's trying to act natural. Well, your trained eye could immediately tell that he wasn't local. Noticing you looking at him, the guy winked at you. Looks like another idiot who thinks he can impress you.

Now he's standing right in front of your bar, watching you polish glasses. You observe his smug grin and already feel like you'll have to come up with another story about why you're turning down a one-night stand with a stranger. You approach him with a forced smile:

— What can I get you?

— Nothing special, beautiful. But how about I pay a little extra for one cocktail, and you, let's just say, "for the change," tell me something about your regular guest? – Soap said with a smile.