HARRY
"Can I have a beer, please?"
I turn around to face the brunette on the other side of the bar. He sends me a cheeky smile before I find him a beer. I open it and set it down in front of him, smirking ever so slightly when he tugs his lip between his teeth.
"Enjoy," I say, lingering for a moment too long. "I'll be here if you need another."
"Thank you."
I turn around before he can see me blush, but even when I continue serving other people, I steal glances at him. He seems familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it, so maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me—or maybe he's been here before. He's watching the football game intensely, so he hardly pays attention to me, but the urge to spark up a conversation is tugging at me. And maybe it's because I'm horny and he's about as pretty as they come.
"Hey, curly."
I turn around, assuming he's speaking to me. "Yeah?"
"I would like another one."
I get him what he wants, opening the bottle before I set it down in front of him. "You into football?"
I cringe at my own question because it's so stupid. His eyes are literally glued to the tv-screen above the bar, lip between his teeth as if he's nervous about the outcome.
"A bit, yeah."
"Do you play yourself?"
He finally meets my eyes. "Not as much as I would like to. I've got a complicated career."
"Yeah?"
He's got this spark in his eyes and a smirk teasing as his lips—it's almost like he's expecting me to know what he does for a living. "Yeah."
"Are you gonna tell me about it or not?"
He grins. "No."
I raise an eyebrow. "No?"
"No."
"Alright," I chuckle, watching his smile grow bigger.
"Is this all you do?" he then asks, fiddling with the label on the bottle.
"You make it sound like my job is beneath you or something."
He snorts. "That's not what I'm saying. I'm just curious."
I place my hands on the bar, leaning a little closer to him. "If I can't be curious, then neither can you."
He huffs. "It's not the same."
"And why's that?"
He looks back at the tv. "It just isn't."
"Fine," I say, straightening up again. "I was just making conversation."
"People never make conversation just to talk, you know. There's always an agenda behind it."
I frown a little, then smirk. "I might be a little horny, but that's about it."
His eyes snap to mine. "Are you always this straightforward?"
"Forward, yes," I say, flashing him a smile. "But never straight."
He chuckles. "Nice one."
"Is that too much information?"
"Not if you wanna get laid tonight."
My eyebrows shoot in the air. "Are you offering?"
He licks his lips, looking me up and down the best he can from his side of the bar. "Maybe."
