"Hey, Leon," My manager, Brian, called over the bar, "the guy at table seven has been eye fucking you all night. Tell him to pay up or get out."
I glared at him. He knew my shift was just about over. But Brian just flashed his killer smile and winked me away, going back to serving whiskey to an older gentleman.
With a sigh, I started walking toward table seven. It was past twelve in the morning, which is when they usually start playing romantic/power ballads. Thre
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