Demian Bar

Cookie Oatmeal Cocktail

"Unnie! I need you, girl!"

I furrowed me eyebrows in confusion, and turned from the racks of bottles in front of me, "Why?"

"Am I in love alone? Why am I hurting alone?"

I sighed and face palmed at her answer, "Soon, I came here to work and earn money, not to hear your sad non existent love life."

Soon immediately pouted, "Unnie, don't be like that...but seriously, I need your help. I'm having a hard time with a customer."

"You can do it, Soon, I believe in you.." I patted her shoulder in encouragement.

"No, you don't understand! He only wants to be serve by 'the tall lady with long dyed dark brown hair and light brown eyes.' Doesn't that ring a bell?"

Wait..

I blinked in surprised, and pointed towards myself, "..He wants me?"

Soon nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! Exactly!"

"But--"

"Thanks unnie! You're the best!" shoving and pushing me forward towards the direction where the difficult customer resided.

Just one day, she's going to regret her decision

I walked down only to see a young man, standing near my station. He was head to toe, wearing black, even his beanie matched his outfit. The only colorful thing about him was his brown hair. He was bringing several bags and showed no discomfort in holding onto them, as if they were light as a feather. He was crossing his arms and had a discontent facial expression. Tapping his foot impatiently, his frown was only going down deeper.

Gee, what made him grumpy?

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

His attention went towards me, looked me up and down, sensing I was the one he was really looking for. He glared at me and pointed his finger at me accusingly, "You!"

"Well, you did ask for me...right?"

"Stay away from hyung!"

Say what now?

"Pardon?"

He dropped his bags on the floor, the sound of heavy metal clanked against the marble flooring, earning a look of annoyance from me.

If he smashes this expensive marble flooring, he's going to pay.

"Pick your bags up little boy, the playpen is next door," the boy tilted his head to the side, only to see the building next door was a daycare centre.

"Yah! I'm not a kid--"

"You look like one," I huffed, crossing my arms, impatiently tapping my foot for him to state his business.

"And you look like you shouldn't be with hyung!" He pointed an accusing finger at you.

"And you look like you shouldn't be here. Besides, I don't sell baby juice in a pub."