Black enters first and holds the door for the young man, pointing to the sofa next to the desk.
The boy carefully sat down on the latter, he remained very straight with his hands clasped together. Black, taken aback by the young man's visible tension, sat down next to him hoping to appear more human and less terrifying. But the angel tenses even more, now he panics. Black thinks to himself “well done you completely terrified him!”
A little awkward, looking for the softest tone he can produce “Don’t worry, I mean you no harm, quite the contrary.”
SweetHeart, who had been looking down at his feet, raises his head and stares at him questioningly. Black, reveling in the sight, attempts a vague smile. Even the skin covered with fabrics, he finds the boy very to his taste and at this distance, the perfume and the manners of the young man rekindle his desire. He said to himself “his pretty voice moaning my name in the middle of the night would be the sweetest music…”
He had never been so upset by someone, he was literally intoxicated by this young man. He had to fight with all his strength not to pull him towards him and lock him in his arms. Longing made his eyes gleam, making his heart rate quicken. It's dangerous, how long can he contain himself?
SweetHeart, confused by the rapid changes of emotions in the man's gaze, questioned "What can I do for you sir?"
Black pulling himself together “I guess you remember me? I passed a few weeks ago.” To which the angel nods. He continues “I was pleasantly surprised by the choice of cocktail and its realization”.
Black taking a break SweetHeart confirms “The Old Fashioned? It is a classic and sophisticated cocktail. I don't judge anyone on their appearance but I thought, by your style, you would like it."
Black smiled at the rekindled memory. “You’re right my angel! and this Old Fashioned is the best I have been served”
This remark gave balm to the bartender's heart, proud of himself, he smiles and seems happy with his boss's praise.
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Seeing the angel relax, Black, still troubled by him, continues “You see, the bartender is the key to success in a bar, if the alcohol and the service are bad the customers do not come back. Unfortunately, I have few good bartenders. When I saw your skills I had an idea: to have a referent / trainer by whom novice bartenders would pass before being assigned a position. And I was thinking of offering you this position. The Fallen Angel is a model of good management that I would like to spread in all my establishments. I know that the concept is precise and that is what this business is known for, but I desperately need qualified personnel. What do you think?"
Happy with the praise given to his bar and himself, interested and proud of the proposal made by his boss, but also surprised that he asked his opinion. The angel with illuminated eyes “Sir, I am very proud of the Fallen Angel, of my colleagues, of our way of working and especially of my work as a bartender. I would be honored to help other bartenders learn the trade!”
Overjoyed, drinking in every word SweetHeart said and not taking his eyes off him, Black thanked him. “It is very late, or early! I'll take you home." The angel tries to refuse but Black ignores it, determined not to lose a single opportunity to take advantage of his angel's presence. He exits his office through the back door, dragging SweetHeart out and into the back of a sedan. Up front, the driver and passenger (Black's men) remain silent, unaware of what is happening in the back. Nodding only at the address indicated by the young man.
Black takes advantage of this extra time to glean information about his lover.
"How old are you ?"
“I’m 22 sir.”
"You don't live nearby! Do you have no problems going home in the morning? it looks dangerous.”
“Not at all sir! I take the first bus which is always deserted and at this hour the streets are empty and safe.
"Your parents don't tell you anything about your schedules?"
“I live alone sir and I see my parents very little. My friends and those who are important to me all work at the Fallen Angel.
They continue their conversation, Black asking questions and SweetHeart answering him sincerely.
Softened by this simple young man, Black is a little upset to have arrived so quickly. He would have liked his men to be less effective this time!
He opens the door and goes out, firmly deciding to walk his angel to his door. This panicked the front passenger who immediately got out after him.
SweetHeart, amazed and not understanding Black's actions: "I live right there sir. Thank you for accompanying me and wishing you a safe return.” He looks at his motionless boss, turns on his heels and quickly rushes into his building. Running home, he quickly and double-closes the door of his accommodation and collapses on the ground, his back to his door, letting out a long sigh.