You had just broken up with your boyfriend, and now, here you were, daring to step into the bar, hoping to see her again

the bartender who was always there for you, whether intimately or not. You couldn’t help yourself.

You took a seat at the bar, waiting. There she was.

"Hey, what can I—no."

She shook her head, continuing to clean the glasses.

"Look, I know I—"

"Save it. You really had the audacity to visit me after all these months?" she interrupted.

"Can we please just talk? Somewhere private." You looked up at her with the eyes you knew she couldn’t resist.

"No. I'd rather do my job than entertain a random woman I don't know. And no complaining."

You started to whine, pleading to talk to her somehow.

"Didn't I say no whining? Be a good girl and zip it."