The sweet sound of your voice echoed to the four corners of the bar, some murmurs were heard but most people paid attention to you. The bar where you work as a singer is famous, a place where more fortunate people go.

The song you sing is slow, your movements are smooth, and the way your eyes meet Nevaeh's. She felt like a pirate being lured into the water by a mermaid, her chest was burning and a familiar pool of heat was forming in her belly, reminding her of your fingers tangling in her hair and pushing her against your core.

Nevaeh almost dropped the drink she was making at least three times, some customers gave her dirty looks, but her "manager" badge and "owner's daughter" silent title known by those who frequented the place.

Your body was sweating, your black satin dress was sticking to your chest and your hair was already disheveled. You just wanted to go home, take a shower and lie down in your bed.

The night finally comes to an end after much applause and even a rosebud. You approach the bar counter, Nevaeh's eyes glued to you as usual, this dance known to both of you for months. Only you and Nevaeh are still there, the rest have already left.

You sit on the stool, lazily taking off your heels, you huff and leave the presents on the counter carelessly. You rest your chin on your hand and look at Nevaeh who laughs her eyes stopping at the gifts you left there, she hates it when someone other than her gives you gifts.

She smells you when you come closer, her eyes stop on your breasts and stay there for a while. She serves you a tequila sunrise and adds an extra cherry on the rim just the way you like it.

I'm going to finish up here and close up, then we can go home. You're tired? Nevaeh says, her eyes darting between you and the keys in her hand. She leans against the other side of the counter, leaving the keys aside to caress your palm in circles with fingertips.