enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
She’ll let him inspect the label for however long he likes. After all, in comparison to the rest of the early crowd, Everest’s been the most exciting event to happen today. And while she doesn’t know the Aviator, something tells her that might be a terrifying compliment. So, she wisely keeps her mouth shut on it, flashing a bright sunny smile at odds with the ghost of one on his own lips. “I think you’ll succeed.” Tipping him a wink, the bottle is slipped over to his side of the bar.
His gratitude is incredibly genuine. It isn’t the thanks sunshine, she typically gets from the regulars. Ones that feel somewhat snarky depending on what she’s given them and how drunk they are. So her smile softens a touch when she nods, the mental note taken and proved by the tap to his temple, where she just assumes he’s absolutely made that note – if he’d made the notes about the Syrah’s tasting notes, then obviously remembering to chill it would be next to nothing for the man.
“You’re welcome. I’m happy to help.” And she is, especially after hearing how clinical Ever spoke. “And yeah. I run it with my siblings, so I’m never far.” She answers easily, leaning against the bar toward him, elbows up to prop her head on her hands. “But if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ when I’m not here, I’d be happy t’come in and help ya again.” Call it great customer service, but that’s how she intends on keeping the reputation the bar had when they’d taken over.
His gratitude is incredibly genuine. It isn’t the thanks sunshine, she typically gets from the regulars. Ones that feel somewhat snarky depending on what she’s given them and how drunk they are. So her smile softens a touch when she nods, the mental note taken and proved by the tap to his temple, where she just assumes he’s absolutely made that note – if he’d made the notes about the Syrah’s tasting notes, then obviously remembering to chill it would be next to nothing for the man.
“You’re welcome. I’m happy to help.” And she is, especially after hearing how clinical Ever spoke. “And yeah. I run it with my siblings, so I’m never far.” She answers easily, leaning against the bar toward him, elbows up to prop her head on her hands. “But if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ when I’m not here, I’d be happy t’come in and help ya again.” Call it great customer service, but that’s how she intends on keeping the reputation the bar had when they’d taken over.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
