Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 01: Black Butterfly

I wiped the counter despite my annoyance with my job today. On all the days this bar could be full, it chose today—it wasn't even by my regular, well-mannered customers. It was a bunch of college kids, and all they could do was make noise and spill their drinks all over my counter. My counter!

"You should plaster a smile on that face, Amanah," I stared at my boss, Frank, annoyed. He laughed as he flipped the cocktail shaker in the air and caught it with his right hand behind his back. Psshh, show off. "You might murder someone."

"Yeah, and that might be you," I snapped, and he smiled as he poured the drink into the glass and winked at the girls who watched him. They swooned. A cocky smile grew on his clean face. Argh, it is so annoying!

I was not used to seeing Frank without his beard; he didn't look bad, but he looked so different. He almost looked...younger. I continued wiping the counter and looked outside, counting the hours to when I could finally return home.

"Have you noticed the number of black butterflies in this neighbourhood lately?" I asked him, and he looked out the window, shaking his head.

"Never," he pouted, and I sighed.

I rolled my eyes and watched a new customer enter the building and sit at the bar's end. I looked at Frank, pointing at the new customer with my head, and he pointed to me. With an aggravated sigh, I walked over to the man who, on regular days, would fit in this place, but today, he looked out of place.

Attractively out of place.

"Hey darling, what can I get you?" I leaned across the counter and made sure I squeezed my breasts for no reason at all.

"I'll have a gin," he said, and I stood there still. First, his voice travelled deeper than just my ears, and I didn't want to mention where, and secondly...

"You came here just to have a gin?" I emphasised the 'a', and he cocked his head to the side. I must admit, this man was freaking handsome. He definitely surpassed my used-to-be level of handsome men!

"Then what do you recommend?" He asked slowly, and I smiled as I stood up straight.

I recommend me, right here.

"I'll whip you a drink, and I guarantee it will be your new favourite," I was semi-confident in my skills, and he slightly grinned, nodding.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," he said, and I grinned as I threw my dish towel over my shoulder. I walked back to where Frank was, and he leaned toward me as I made the drink.

"So, who is Mr Mysterious Handsome Guy?" He asked, and I smiled, looking at him.

"I don't know. I was hoping you knew him," I said as I used the cocktail shaker. Frank propped his head on his hand and shook his head. Please say you know him.

"This is the first time I am seeing him," I shrugged, pretending I was not bummed out. "What are you making?" He asked after a while, leaning in closer to me.

"Negroni," I sang, and Frank chuckled. "What? This is part of the three drinks I know how to make perfectly," I defended myself, and he licked his lips, still laughing.

"Uh-huh," he answered sarcastically, and I kicked his foot as I finished making the drink. I took it to my customer and placed it in front of him.

"This is better than just gin," I told him, and he nodded at the drink. "It does have gin in it, though," I revealed to him, and he smiled. "So, what's your name, or do you prefer to drink in complete silence? Not that it's quiet enough here today; you came on a bad day. Between you and me, I would prefer it if there weren't any customers here," I rambled, and he sipped his drink as he listened. "You haven't answered me. Is it good?"