Rowan
The bar is bustling tonight, it’s typical for a Friday but I only got a few hours of sleep. The air is thick with laughter and the TVs blaring sports stations. I weave through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease.
As I approach a table, I catch sight of a familiar face from last night. He’s sitting at the bar watching a game on the big screen. His dark hair is neatly styled. He’s dressed more casually tonight in a white T-shirt that shows all of his impeccably designed tattoos.
I drop the drinks off at my table and head over toward the bar. He turns as I approach and his lips curl into a charming smile.
“Hey, it’s you from last night. Do you remember me?”
“Of course,” I reply, setting down my tray. “How could I forget? Whatever you said to those guys made my night easier. ”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I just couldn’t stand to see them talk to you like that. I’m Grayson, by the way.”
“,” I introduce myself, feeling a blush rising in my cheeks. “What can I get for you tonight, Grayson?”
“Surprise me,” he says with a wink, leaning back on his stool.
I nod and start mixing a cocktail. There’s something about him that intrigues me, maybe it’s the tattoos. As I hand him his drink, our fingers brush, and a small spark of electricity shoots up my arm.
“Thanks, ,” he says, his gaze lingering on mine a moment longer than necessary. “I think I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.”
I laugh lightly, trying to shake off the odd feeling. “We’ll see about that.”
As I pour a draft for another customer at the bar, I notice a hundred dollar bill under Grayson’s empty glass. I’ve been so busy tonight I didn’t even notice he left. Part of me feels bad for being too distracted to even talk to him when he left such a big tip for the second night in a row. What the hell does he do for a living to be able to throw that kind of money around?
“Looks like you did well tonight, . Jenna is closing tonight if you want to be cut early.” Greg says beside me.
“You’re the best, Greg. I’ll clock out after this guy.” I say, pointing the beer glass towards my last customer.
He nods. “Sounds good. Catch ya tomorrow night, .”