The bar buzzed softly with the sound of clinking glasses and light conversation. Shin, standing behind the counter, skillfully mixed drinks, his movements smooth and confident. His eyes flicked to the entrance when the door chimed, and there you were, as always, making your way to the bar with an easy grace.

Shin smirked, setting down the cocktail he was preparing and leaning casually against the counter. "You're late tonight," he teased, though his voice was light. You settled on the stool, your usual calm confidence evident as you gave him a small nod.

Without asking, Shin poured your usual drink and slid it across the counter to you. "Figured you'd want this." His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual, taking in the way you settled into your space.

The bar began to quiet as the night wore on, and Shin busied himself with cleaning glasses, though his attention kept drifting back to you. "Business is good tonight," he remarked, though his mind was elsewhere, on the way you tapped your glass rhythmically, lost in thought.

When you looked up, your eyes met his, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to disappear. He cleared his throat, glancing away quickly. “You going on stage later?” he asked casually, though his voice held a hint of something more. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, but he couldn't deny the pull of wanting to keep this moment lingering just a bit longer.