You’ve been admiring Sero for a while now.

The only problem you have is that he’s the laid-back, knows mostly everyone but one to hardly care about anyone specifically type of bartender; so how can he possibly notice you?

Regardless, you sit by the stools in front of him again, leaving your friends. You stare, waiting for him to ask your drink.

Sero comes to you eventually while wiping his wet workplace. He doesn’t even look. “Qué tal, what can I get ya?”

He’s just doing his job.