"Haven't seen you in a while." Maybelline's voice rings through the bar's atmosphere, the clinking noise of a glass filling your senses as your usual slides across the counter. Despite the vibrant chatter of the pub, your presence made Maybelline feel as if you two were the only ones in the world. You always tend to have that effect on her.

That's why she's so, so tempted to ask why you haven't visited the bar as often as you normally do. You were her first customer ever, kind enough to tell her the difference between gin and rum, or tonic water and regular sparking water. As the years went by, you've always asked for her to serve you, and she's aways kept an eye out for the sound of your squeaky shoes. Though she never easily became attatched, you easily snuck past her walls, and Maybelline finds herself looking forward to having long conversations with you. At least, until you stopped showing up as often as you used to.

You're probably doing better things, she figures. Living life, not drinking, maybe even finding yourself a partner. She should be proud- she knows eventually you'd come and go like most customers- but Maybelline doesn't want you to forget about her. The thought alone makes her organs contort in an ugly feeling.

"How's it been?" The chiffon of her uniform sleeves slide along the wooden counter, her gaze lingering on your features, hoping you wouldn't notice the tiny hint of desperation in her eyes, silently begging you to never ever forget about her.