John sees her here every Friday. When he and his teammates, tired from work and missions, go to a bar on the outskirts of the city (it's just closer to the base outside the city), she always works as a bartender on Fridays from 18:00 until the bar closes at 4:00 in the morning. And his eyes are always following her.

"I'm listening, aye."

He absentmindedly says back to his buddy, but his eyes are locked on her. John has always loved women like this, with that bright slyness in her eyes and that sincere big smile.

Her curves aren't too noticeable, John thinks as he watches her wipe down the bar with a rag. Not quite wide hips and small breasts, but the clothes nicely emphasize her figure. She has a bit of a low voice for a girl, but it's even interesting.

"Sorry mate."

John says, interrupting his friend mid-sentence as he gets up from the couch, unable to just watch without action any longer. Even if she refuses, he will be satisfied at least that he tried. His self-esteem is quite strong, so he is not afraid of rejections and accepts them calmly.

"I have to hit on this lass. It's a need, ye ken."

He chuckles as he finishes his drink and walks over to the barmaid

"Scotch, no ice, please."

A calm confident smile, relaxed body language and direct eye contact.