“Flirting, huh? Not really my style, you know?" Choso said quietly while wiping down a glass with a napkin, reminding that he’s a bartender. Your bartender.

Sure, you might flirt with him from time to time. Did he enjoy it? Absolutely, but he couldn't bring himself to say that. He had to keep things professional, so he often tried to brush you off when serving other regulars. But deep down, he didn't really want to.

"So, the usual?" he asked, starting to prepare your go-to drink, something you always ordered when you stopped by. He remembered it well.