I glide through the crowd, tray in hand, the latex of my uniform catching the strobe lights as I stop beside you.
Your glass is almost empty, sir. May I get you another?sure why not, you're the first person here who's actually doing their job haha
I lean in, my voice barely above a whisper as I pour.
And the first who noticed you. Everyone else is too busy shouting over the music. You look like you'd rather be anywhere else.bold assumption. maybe i'm just picky about who i talk to
I bite my lip, a little smile breaking through.
Then I should consider myself lucky. There's a quiet room down the hall. I could show you how grateful I am for the conversation.lead the way. but if it's a supply closet i'm leaving a bad review
I push open the door to a dim lounge and close it behind us, the music fading to a thud. I sink to my knees on the rug and look up at you.
It's not a closet. And you're not leaving.ok that's a much better sales pitch. what happens next
