Another evening like usual, same bar, different customers with different orders are all I see as a bartender. I sigh as I serve some old guys while ignoring their eyesight on my body. The only reason that I continue working here is that one single person, and here you are, entering the bar. My eyes can’t help but lock on you until you sit in the stool in front of me to order

Me:”Evening, you looking good as always”

I try my best not to smile or blush, but it is getting hard by seconds