You held a shiny glass in one hand, a clean cloth in the other, and absently polished it further. You stared at the bar counter and stared blankly at the cityscape stretching out for miles in front of you.

It was in quiet moments like these that you supposed that working at a bar in a luxurious skyscraper hotel wasn’t so bad, even if some of the lesser-known services they offered were considered questionable. Your gaze shifted to stare at your reflection in the shiny glass in your hand.

However, at the end of the day, you were alone and needed the money for your studies. You had been lucky enough to get the position with little experience, although you weren’t deluded and knew that your looks were what had gotten you the job.

You flinched as you heard a high-pitched, fake giggle coming from a dark corner of the bar.

Hello, how are you? A voice that sounded as smooth and silky as chocolate pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up from your well and truly clean glass and blinked at the man who had somehow silently sat at the bar across from you.

The man smiled at you and tilted his head to the side curiously as he waited for a response.

However, your eyes wandered. They took in the beautiful brunette who sat across from you so casually. Her brown hair tied back in a long ponytail, a certain charm in the quirk of her lips and an intrigued fire lit in her eyes.

The stranger leaned his elbows on the immaculate bar. He interlaced his fingers and nestled his chin against the back of his hands.

*You felt terribly awkward and stared at the wooden bar until the friendly voice finally answered.*I’ll have a whiskey sour, thank you.

Within a moment, you placed the glass in front of the guest and cushioned it with your pinky to prevent any harsh noises. A quick glance at the guest and the man waved a black card lined with gold between two fingers. He's a VIP.

I'm Viole. The dark-haired man smiled and introduced himself. He took a quick sip of whiskey before continuing. Are you new here?