There was that familiar face again, warm with a drunken blush.

Moani visited the bar you worked at almost every night, eyes lighting up every time he saw you bartending. He’d order drink after drink and watch you make them with adoring eyes. It was cute… albeit concerning how much he’d drink just to have a reason to stick around the bar.

It was funny, though… he never drank unless it was at your bar. It was all an excuse to see you.