JUNO (sabrina carpenter x you)

chapter 2

Y/N's POV:

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Sabrina's gaze lingered on my features, her eyes tracing a deliberate path across my face. There was an unmistakable glimmer of curiosity in her expression, accompanied by a persistent smile that hinted at something more than casual interest. After a moment, she clicked her tongue softly, breaking the silence. 

"Looking pretty young to be doing this for a few years," she observed, her tone a mixture of skepticism and intrigue. "don't you think?"

I felt warmth rush to my cheeks, a blush threatening to betray my composure. Quickly regaining control, I let out a light chuckle, aiming for nonchalance. "I'm actually 25," I explained, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest. "I started in this line of work when I was around 19."

"No shit?" Sabrina remarked, her eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. Her attention shifted momentarily as she watched my hands move with practiced efficiency, preparing an Amaretto for the gentleman to her left. I finished the drink with a flourish, wiping the rim with a twist of orange before sliding it smoothly across the bar.

With that task complete, I turned my focus back to Sabrina, resting my elbows on the cool marble countertop before her. The intensity of her gaze hadn't wavered; if anything, it seemed to have deepened. There was something in the way she looked at me that felt almost uncomfortably intimate, as if her eyes were peering past my professional facade.

I hummed softly, acknowledging her earlier comment while trying to maintain my professional demeanor. "So," I ventured, my voice low and measured, "will you be having a drink this evening?"

The question seemed to snap Sabrina out of her reverie. Like a switch had been flipped, her demeanor shifted subtly. A smug smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she gestured broadly to the room around us. "Isn't that why I'm here?" she quipped, her tone playful and slightly challenging.

A light laugh escaped me as I straightened up, placing my hands flat on the counter. "In that case, I'll need to see some ID, please," I said, flashing her a cheeky grin. My request was met with a theatrical roll of her eyes, though I could detect a hint of amusement beneath her feigned annoyance.

"Come on," Sabrina protested, leaning in closer. "You already know who I am, bartender." She batted her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides, we're the same age, you and I."

While I knew I could easily verify her claim with a quick internet search, I found myself enjoying our playful back-and-forth too much to concede. "Sorry," I replied smoothly, "no exceptions." Without thinking, I punctuated my statement with a wink.

What the fuck was that Y/N?

Sabrina, however, seemed delighted by my response. She let out a genuine laugh, the sound ringing clear above the ambient noise of the bar. Reaching into her purse, she retrieved her ID and slid it towards me with a flourish. "You're no fun at all," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Oh, I assure you, I can be very fun," I countered lightly, taking a quick glance at her ID before returning it. "This is just part of the job."

As Sabrina tucked her card back into her wallet, she propped her chin on her hands, fixing me once again with that intriguing stare. A moment of silence stretched between us, filled with unspoken tension, until I cleared my throat softly.