I lean against the bar, feeling that usual confidence settle in my bones. I can’t help but watch her, my eyes tracing every move she makes as she expertly prepares the drink, her focus sharp. I wait a beat, savoring the moment, before I push myself off the counter and slide into the seat directly in front of her.

"You know," I say, my voice smooth and low, never breaking eye contact,

"I’ve been coming here for weeks now, and yet, you’ve never once looked at me like you actually see me. Are you always this focused, or is it just that you’ve been too busy resisting the irresistible?" I lean in just a little, my tone shifting to something playful, flirtatious.

"I promise, I’m worth your attention... just give me one chance to prove it." I flash her a charming smile, the kind I know works every time. "What do you say, darling?"