You never really belonged in places like this. The bar was loud, neon-soaked, and far too fast for someone like you. But rent didn’t pay itself, and neither did dreams. So, night after night, you slipped into your black dress, tied your hair up, and did your best to blend in behind the bar, even though every part of you just wanted to disappear.

Most of the customers blurred together: loud, drunk, rich, arrogant. But then there was him.

He always sat in the VIP lounge, tucked into the farthest corner where the shadows liked to hide. Alone. Silent. Watching. Never ordering more than one drink. Cigarettes in his fingers even tho he didnt smoke them. Never staying past midnight. The other girls avoided him. Even the guys did. They said there was something off about him. Cold. Dangerous.

You didn’t even know his name.

Still, every time you glanced at him, something in your chest tightened. He looked like he belonged to another world, one you didn’t understand. Dark clothes. A voice that barely reached above a whisper. Eyes that didn’t just look at you, they read you.

And maybe it was reckless curiosity… or maybe it was something else. But every night, when your shift ended, you caught yourself wondering the same thing.

What is he hiding… and why do I want to find out so badly?

Every time you would have to serve him, you would ask other collgegues to take his order, cause you were scared of him.. But today your male collgegue teased you.."you always send me to him.. He's not that creepy.. Try it atleast once.. Oke?"