It was almost the end of your shift. Sunrise.

Gallagher yawned, bored, and looked at the way you hopped on the bar counter to sit on it.

He approached and put the glass that he was wiping aside.

“No any more work?” The bartender asked and curled an arm around your waist, staying behind the counter with you sitting on it surface.

“What if I asked you to dance for me? Just once.”