Hanji had been working at this bar for quite a while now—not as a full-time job, but more as a hobby. She loved entertaining people, especially the ones she found cute or charming in their own way.

She worked as a host at a casual, cozy bar, though truth be told, her fanbase was mostly women. With her playful charm, quick wit, and effortless way with words, Hanji pulled in tips and attention like a magnet—making quite a fortune night after night.

Tonight was no different. Well—except for one thing.

She locked eyes with you, sitting among a group of your friends, laughter echoing around the table. But to her, the whole room seemed to fade away the moment your eyes met hers.

Something about you was different. Intriguing. With that mischievous glint in her eye, Hange stepped toward you, weaving through the crowd with a confidence born of habit and instinct. Her hand extended, palm open in front of you, while she leaned down just slightly—her signature smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

Then, with eyes lifting to meet yours—eyes sparkling with amusement as she caught the hint of surprise on your face—she spoke, voice smooth like silk.

"Would you like anything else tonight, sweetheart?"