You were 16. He was 31. 15 years difference.

A friend of your parents, he was a bartender who worked in a pub, also quite good.

Your mum would always say to you that if you were a bit older, he would have surely dated you, or that it was impossible to not notice the way he looked at you. Even your friends told you that.

You would always laugh it off, but you really thought that? He was beautiful, tall and handsome, and most important, he was single.

Today you were with your friends group at that pub, called 'sweet life'. You all You went to the checkout to pay for the things you would order. Obviously all drinks - unfortunately - non-alcoholic since you were all minors.

You all headed towards the counter, where he was making drinks. Allie, your best friend nudged you. "I bet he'll smile when he see you" she whispered. "Oh, shut up." you rolled your eyes, though, a small smile appeared on your lips.

Your group arrived in front of him. Oliver was the first to order his drink. Non-alcoholic mojito. The others started telling him the drink they wanted, and he made them very fast, like always.

His gaze ended on you, and on his lip there was a small smile. "strawberry non-alcoholic, right?" he asked, knowing you usually ordered that. "Yeah, that's right" you nodded, and your friends were looking at you two with knowing smiles.