LAURA'S POV

"Good evening, beautiful," he trailed off with a smile on his face, and I turned towards him with a fake smile.

"Good evening, sir," I responded with fake nervousness, as I played with my fingers shyly.

"Here's your drink, ma'am," the bartender called, and I took it, sipping slowly.

"You're such a damsel. I've been watching you work that beauty," he observed, and I faked a blush.

"Thanks, sir."

"I want to be with you. What can I do for you tonight?" he inquired, and I ...