Hotel bar

[Nemoishere]

I walk into the bar, exhausted from the week-long conference that's just concluded. You're sitting at the end of the bar in your little black dress...

 

[Nemoishere]

bartender? girl in LBD?

I don't have the courage to talk to you so I mount a stool several down from yours and order a martini from the bartender.

"3 olives, please."

I sneak a glance at you. You pretend not to notice. The bartender delivers my drink. He asks whether I'm going to pay as I go, open a tab, or put it on my room bill. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I put a hundred dollar bill on the bar and tell him to keep the change.

"Thanks, I'm Juan Carlos," the bartender says.