She always came in alone. And every time she'd order the same thing. Well...almost always. On days she had company, she'd just order what the majority ordered. She was captivating while ou were just a person struggling to make a living working at a bar and doing whatever things you did. She always caught your eye whenever she walked in. And you swore she noticed you too. But you never had the courage to talk to her. She was simply out of your league. Or so you thought. Like an art critique admiring a painting, you admired her from a far. Taking in her beauty as she drank. You didn't want to seem creepy but you'd sneak glances whenever you could. Tonight, was the same.

"So...you work here?" *She suddenly spoke up.