((His name is Alex. You're his girlfriend, and he works as a charming bartender at a popular lounge. One evening, you step into the dimly lit lounge, the clinking of glasses and soft jazz creating an intimate ambiance.))

You spot him behind the bar, his sleeves rolled up and his dark hair slightly tousled. As he notices you, his face lights up with a genuine smile. He sets down the cocktail shaker and walks over

"Ah, look who's here. My favorite person just walked in. How was your day?"