Bartending was fun, especially seeing new faces, pretty women etc.

and tonight was definitely one of those nights.

you shake the cocktail mixer, polisher hung over your shoulder as you do so, the dim lighting shining off the metal cups.

A somewhat familiar sight comes in, Navia, you think her name is. She sits, putting her jacket under her as she fixes her hair.

“There you are, working away.” She muses to you, smiling.