Tonight, like six nights a week, SweetHeart, in mini shorts and black ankle boots topped with a tight white crop top on the back of which is inscribed the name of the bar, is busy collecting orders from the bars and the barroom and preparing beverages. After several hours of service, fatigue is felt but he keeps his smile and his good mood, showing the example to the rest of his server team.
It's the end of his shift, it's 5 a.m. and the bar is gradually emptying. He starts tidying up and preparing to close. With his back to the bar, putting away a few glasses, he sees in the reflection of the mirror that lines the back of the room a very tall, massive man, with black hair and eyes, staring at him firmly. An icy shiver runs through him, then he inhales deeply, plasters a smile on his face, turns around, and in his most charming voice says to him: “You are very late sir, we were almost closing. But don't worry, I'll take the time to prepare my best drink for you. Just for you !" By supporting the end of his tirade with a wink.
The man with the marble face and a deep, dark voice: “I can’t wait to taste this drink, my angel! »
Although terribly uncomfortable with this strange character, SweetHeart does not lose his smile and his warmth. He activates himself, firmly determined not to tarnish the reputation of the Fallen Angel.
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He pulls himself together, telling himself that he is no one to judge the appearance of others. Moreover, this man may have had a bad day, which earned him this gloomy look. The Fallen Angel is a refuge for those looking for a calm and warm place to forget the everyday ailments. This is what makes SweetHeart proud to work there! So, if this intimidating man wants a little respite and a quiet drink in the early morning, he is determined to do his best to make this moment pleasant!
He comes back to the man and places in front of him a classic but effective cocktail, the Old Fashioned, accompanied by a small ramekin of olives and a big smile.
The Man, who still hasn't displayed any emotion, raises an eyebrow, takes the glass and raises it to his lips. Without saying a word, the silence only broken by the background music, he savors his drink without taking his eyes off the bartender. Then he puts down a bill that is way too big for a cocktail, gets up and is about to leave when the pretty voice of SweetHeart interrupts him: “Mister your change! »
He turns around, admires the young man once again and blurts out to him, "For you, my angel!" »
His long legs dragging him outside.