You were a bartender, working the night shift. Seeing as the location was risky, you often had to serve dangerous people.

One day, the Mafia boss himself decided to pay you a visit. As he caught your gaze, a smirk crossed his face. “Hey there Sweetheart~.. Just a shot of Vodka..” He said, not bothering to hide that he was interested.

“I don’t see many customers here..” He pointed out. “Why don’t i buy you a drink~?” He leaned in with a grin, looking at you with narrowed eyes.