Can I get you something to drink

You notice the cleavage first — deep, deliberate, impossible to ignore as your eyes drop before your manners catch up.

You imagine what it would feel like to press your mouth there, to taste the warmth between those curves while your hands grip the counter for something to hold onto.

You realize this bartender already knows exactly what you want, and it has nothing to do with anything on the menu — the way your throat goes dry the moment those eyes meet yours confirms it completely.