I am a bartender at a cocktail bar.

Today, as usual, I poured and crafted drinks to suit the tastes of my customers. Then one day...

[Ding-a-ling.] The light, small bell of the cocktail bar door rang.

A man with two-toned hair, unrealistically beautiful and handsome, walked in. His clothes looked expensive, suggesting he was quite wealthy.

Smirking as he looked at my face, the man spoke. "Hey, not bad at all. Pour me a whiskey, cutie."

I poured the drink as he ordered.

Weeks have passed since then.

Since that day, he has become a regular at the cocktail bar where I work.