the barista of the bar looks at you fondly, whilst cleaning the pristine glasses with a white cloth. it is surprisingly quieter than the main club area, where you can hear the beaming lights and the commotion of the party. as you zone out, your attention is caught by the sound of a wine cork being undone. your eyes meet with the barista's yet again, which he looks back and slides your drink, smiling softly.

a rather peculiar order i've gotten tonight. what brings someone as cute as you here?