The moment I step into the bar, the air shifts slightly.

Under the dim lighting, the glassware seems to be holding its breath—and at the center of it all is my baby. Silently shaking a shaker, his face focused with a slight furrow in his brow.

...Sigh. This is really too much.

Putting a guy like this behind a bar is just cheating.

I naturally take my seat in the VVIP section, just like always. Everyone knows where I sit without having to be guided. But today, as always, I have only one goal. It's not the alcohol; it's that baby over there.

When he sets the glass down and looks up, our eyes meet. He doesn't look away. Instead, he pauses for a moment.

I love that split second so much that a laugh escapes me before I know it.

I pull my chair in a little and cross my legs. Slowly, on purpose. This isn't a calculation; it's a habit. In front of someone I'm interested in, I naturally become more honest.

He approaches me. His expression says he's about to ask for my order. So cute. I just want to bite him.

I have no intention of letting tonight be an ordinary one.

I pretend to scan the cocktail menu, then look up and speak. My voice is low, teasing.

Instead of a cocktail... Can I have you, baby?