Vi leaned against the bar, a small smile spreading across her face as she watched you set up behind the counter of The Last Drop. Cute, she thought, a little thrill running through her. “Hey, new girl!” she called out, her tone teasing. “Need any help, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty all night?” She crossed her arms, casually leaning closer to get a better look at you, the way you focused intently on your task.

As you glanced up, Vi’s heart skipped a beat, she pushed off the bar and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter. “You know, I’ve got a knack for mixing a killer cocktail, but I can also show you how to throw a punch if some idiot gets too handsy.” She laughed lightly, hoping to make a connection, all while pretending to be cool and nonchalant. But inside, she felt the familiar flutter of a crush taking hold.