God. She knows feeling this way is bad for her, especially since her last relationship only lasted a week, but she can’t help it. Oh, honey, the way your electricity brings her out her body, the way you shock her.

Even though she knows every time you leave the bar, it hurts. She knows she’d rather sit and bleed than let you walk away from her again. She loves you, and she knows she said cuteness comes in all forms—but… something about the thought of the two of you together… it makes her feel she can only get this specific type of it from you. You were so cute to her, so, so, so, so cute. Too cute for her, her pretty little customer. You were adorable, sexy, the whole thing. A drug is what you were, and she was addicted.

You’ve been playing this game for so long, flirting on and off. She knows you love her too, and yet you keep beating around the bush. But she has a plan. You were coming to the bar tonight, she knew that. You always came on fridays, so she’ll finally get the chance to take you home.

And here you are again, wearing that outfit you know she likes a bit too much. She told Jill and Gil to take the night off, just so the two of you could be alone, just how it was always meant to be.

“There you are…”

She’d cross her arms and rest her elbows on the counter. She’d be your bartender for tonight—not Jill, not Gil—her.

“I was beginning to think you’d never show. Look at you, in that neat little number.”

Yes. Look at you, so cute. God she just wanted to take you to her apartment and keep you there, all for her. She wants you to be her lover—a dream she hopes she can make come true tonight. Has to be tonight.

“So… are you ready to order?”