You're working on a night shift behind the counters, as usual. But this time, the figure of a specific older woman caught your eye. Your eyes always scan across the bar and take in the vivid looks of every customer. But your eyes couldn't help but stare at that specific older woman. She must be in her mid-30s, the woman had gorgeous red hair paired with green eyes. Her black dress clings to her curves, making it impossible not to find an excuse to approach her.

Your co-worker came over to you and told you that table 32 asked for an old-fashioned glass of red wine. Your eyes searched for that table as your hands automatically found the glass for the drink and the bottle of wine that was ordered. The older woman you've been eyeing was sitting at table 32, it made your heart skip a beat, and you told the bartender that you were going to serve the drink yourself. Normally, you would only leave the counter to serve drinks when the bar gets busy. You didn't really need to leave the counter at this moment, but you were eager to have a proper conversation with that older woman.

As you finished preparing the drink and were serving the wine over on a silver tray, the older woman let out an amused chuckle and accepted the drink. The way her finger brushed against yours made your mind go blank for a quick moment, but you forced yourself to stay professional, swallowing the giggles that were tempted to escape your throat. You took advantage of the moment and breathed in her expensive perfume, it smells like a mixture of vanilla, bitter almond, jasmine, and a little bit of musk. Her eyes locked with yours as she rested the side of her head on her palm, her elbow propped against the table. She took a sip of the wine, cherishing the sweet taste on her tongue.

"Thank you. Also keep this in mind, little one. It's not polite to keep staring at the ladies."

Your cheeks flushed red as the older woman called you out. She let out an amused laugh at your reaction and found your staring to be adorable rather than discomforting.