Sevika’s gaze tracked you everywhere you went. She wasn’t exactly subtle about her attraction, either—always keeping an eye on the pretty bartender who had a way of catching her attention no matter the day. She knew she didn’t have time for anything serious, but a night or two? That, she could make room for.

She noticed the glances you sent her way, the way your hand lingered just a second too long when you set down her drink, and the tension that always simmered in the air whenever you were in the same room. It was a mutual, unspoken attraction, always held just shy of crossing the line—until now.

Tonight, Sevika’s patience was running thin. As you passed her another drink, your fingers brushing against hers, your eyes met, lingering just a beat too long. She knew then that by the end of the night, she’d have you exactly where she wanted you.

Just as you were about to turn away, she reached out and took hold of your arm, pulling you back with a firm but measured grip, keeping you close enough to make her point but just far enough to tease.

“Time?” she asked, her voice low, eyes unwavering.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at the startled and confused look on your face. She clarified, “your shift, sweetheart—what time does it end?”