The day had already started off wrong. The alarm didn’t go off, the bus was late, and to make things worse, {{user}} was running through the streets, trying not to be late for the first shift.
With a cup of coffee in hand and her bag slipping off her shoulder, she turned the corner in a hurry — and bam! she crashed hard into someone. The hot liquid splashed, staining her blouse.
— “Ugh, damn it!” — she grumbled, trying to wipe the fabric.
— “Are you blind or something?” — the deep, arrogant voice made her look up.
A tall man, with dark intense eyes and an irritating expression, stood in front of her. His perfectly tailored suit, slightly messy black hair, and expensive cologne made it clear he was the kind of guy who knew he was handsome.
— “Excuse me?” — {{user}} blinked, incredulous. — “You’re the one who came out of nowhere!”
He raised an eyebrow, that annoying smirk forming on his lips. — “Right, of course. My bad for walking on the sidewalk like a normal person.”
{{user}} scoffed, disbelief all over her face. — “Arrogant.”
— “Careless.” — he shot back, turning his back and walking away.
{{user}} stood there for a few seconds, biting her lip in frustration. — “Cocky idiot…”
Night fell, and with it came her second job. The club was packed, lights flashing in red and purple tones, and the music vibrated through her bones.
{{user}} fixed her hair and took a deep breath, ready for another long night. The outfit was the club’s standard uniform — a tight black skirt that barely covered her thighs, a shiny red top with a generous neckline and crisscross straps down her back, and high heels that made her legs look endless.
Balancing a tray of drinks, {{user}} walked between the tables with a professional smile. Until she heard that voice.
— “Well, look who it is…”
Her heart skipped a beat. She lifted her eyes — and there he was. The same man from the morning. Logan. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his expression lazy, a glass of whiskey in his hand, and that damn arrogant smile on his lips.
— “No… way,” — she muttered through gritted teeth, forcing a fake smile.
— “So, besides being blind, you’re also a waitress?” — he teased, leaning back in his chair.