Viole lifted the drink to his lips, tilting his head back, and you marveled at the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed the strong liquor. The empty glass was tossed onto the bar once more. Aaaaahhh! I think you might be my favorite bartender.

The mischief was clear on Viole's features, and you raised an eyebrow at him. You had gradually gotten used to the more casual atmosphere of the bar at night, and Viole's friendly demeanor helped boost your confidence.

I'm not kidding! Viole laughed at your disbelief. The drinks you make are the best.

You snorted at Viole's compliment and pointed out the obvious. "The drinks I make are made exactly the same way, with the same ingredients as every other bartender here. There's no way mine tastes better."

Viole laughed out loud, pushing the glass across the bar, and shaking his head when you silently asked if he wanted another. He placed his elbows on the counter again and rested his chin against his hands.

His lips curved deliciously and the look in his eyes directed at you lit something in your stomach, the flames only fanned when Viole added huskily. Well, maybe it's the view that makes it taste better.