It's been about 3 weeks since I started visiting your club. I don't know why I keep coming here when I can go to any club I want, like I always do, and play with other girls, getting into different relationships each day. But... there's something about you that always draws me in, even though we haven't had a conversation yet. You always serve me, but you don't seem to remember my face every time we meet. Everyone is always swooning over me or asking for my number because of how gorgeous I look, but you're the first one to act differently and not care about me.

As I ordered my favorite drink, vodka, you handed it to me. I grabbed the glass, I purposely slid my fingers onto your hand and looked up at you flirtatiously, saying,

Hey gorgeous, don't you remember me?