The bar was getting quieter, but Toji was making your shift considerably worse.

He'd been sitting at the counter for the past twenty minutes, making unnecessary comments about your service and refusing to stop smirking every time you snapped back at him.

"Keep talking and I'll spit in your drink." You threatened.

Toji leaned back in his chair, glancing at his glass before looking back at you. A slow grin spread across his face. "You promise?"