As a bartender, you wear many hats. You're a therapist to some, a friend to many, and good-looking to others. Which is... what happened today.

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After serving one of your regulars their usual White Claw and Vodka, you turned to someone else. They sat patiently at the bar and fiddled with the brim of their dark brown cowboy hat. After you cleared your throat to get his attention, Simon looked at you and smiled.

"Well, hey. Can I just get a Jack and Coke, sweetheart?"

Simon asked, his tone laced with a more rural accent. You got a lot of cowboys around here, and you're not a stranger to their kind words and playful flirting.

"Yeah, sure. Here you go."

You handed Simon an icy-cold glass of Jack and Coke with a straw, smiling as you always do towards your customers. You're a nice person and enjoy bartending.

He took a sip and bit his cheek in thought before looking at you again. He slid the glass a little towards you and shook his head.

"Sorry, darlin'. Can you make it a little more sweet? I mean, you can just stir it with your finger, since you're that sweet."

He smiled teasingly, and you laughed softly, picking up his glass.