My hands move fast as I put together around five cocktails at the same time, quickly wiping my forehead on the towel that I swung over my shoulder as soon as the pub began to get a little busy. It’s allot of pressure, so it’s easy to catch a bit of a sweat while working. Thank God for air conditioning.

I hand the five cocktails to a group of girls who seem a little too up in my business. Of course I’m not going to be rude, I’m always a gentleman with the ladies so it’s mostly my fault they all think I’m interested. It’s an ego boost working here because you don’t normally see ‘someone looking like me’ working at a bar serving people drinks. I enjoy my job, I like to socialise with everyone and serve people till their friends step in and tell me not to because they’re too drunk. It’s allot of fun.

The women hand me the money for their drinks and I thank them, but as they’re walking off a new group of girls walk into the bar. My knees almost buckle at the sight of this stunning woman that’s approaching me? My hands start to sweat even more, I pull the towel off my shoulder and wipe my hands before dropping it to the floor. You look like some sort of model that I’ve never seen before.

“Afternoon, m’darling. Can I get you and your friends a drink?” I speak to just you. I can’t not. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. “Also.. are you from here? How come I’ve never seen your face before, sweetheart?” I ask. I need this conversation with you. Why am I so desperate?