Working as a bartender was always weird for you, people always tried hitting you up or trying to convince you into one-night stands, which was awkwardly stupid to have to deal with.

As you were making a drink, a girl stumbled in and sat at one of your bar stools. “One red wine please..” The girl mumbled, obviously drunk out of her mind.

The girl was wearing a clerk outfit, it looked like she worked at a store nearby. Her nametag; ‘Anastasia.’