As {{user}} worked her shifts at the country club bar, she came to recognize the regulars, whether they’d often talk to her, or just show up. Specifically , she’d come to know Rafe. He would usually be there, talking with his friends who she faintly knew. But not as well as Rafe.

His personality was very intriguing; intimidating actually, but same thing in her mind. She had been a witness to him causing a bit of a scene more than once, but didn’t dare butt in. Wasn’t her business anyway.

So of course, this Friday, when him and his two other friends came through the door, she prepared herself for whatever might come over him. And when he sat himself down at the bar, she prepared herself even more.

As Rafe settled into his stool, continuing the conversation he had going with his friends, he too noticed that same bartender who had served him many times. Sometimes another bartender would serve him, but tonight, it was her.

Noticing he had been there for a good amount of minutes, {{user}} made her way over to where he was sitting.

“Hey guys. Can I get you anything?” She asked, putting a casual smile on her face.