She's The One(Ariana/You)

That's Me

Y/N's POV:

A sigh falls from my lips at the sight of the clock. Just one more hour.

"Y/L/N!"

Looking up from the table my eyes land on my boss. He's standing in the doorway of his office waving for me to come to him.

I toss the towel onto my shoulder and walk over," yeah?"

"I'm gonna need you to stay back a couple hours with Anthony, we got a big party comin in."

"But I gotta get home so my mom can get to work."

He shrugs," sorry kid, nothin I can do about it." And he goes back into his office.

Yes there is! It's your bar!

Rolling my eyes, I turn around and sulk over to the bar.

Sometimes I really wonder why I agreed to do this job.

Oh yeah, I get to play my music when we have customers.

But I've been doing this since high school and it's not like I'm going to get noticed off this. I bus tables and sing every once in a while. And the people who come in don't care about my music, they're either getting drunk or hitting on the drunk people.

"Damn bro, you look stressed." My friend and coworker Anthony makes mention of.

He's actually in the same position as I am, except he got the job cause his uncle is an assistant manger.

"Just tired man," I take in his equally tired form," and you look tired too."

"Yeah, I came in earlier today for a couple hours."

I frown," for what?"

"Harvey was havin some type of party for a family member and needed workers."

"Tough." I shake my head and start wiping glasses off.

For a second I get distracted, only for Anthony's tattooed hand to come into view, tapping on the bar counter.

"Hm?"

"Shouldn't you be gettin out of here?"

The clock above the door reads 7pm which means my mom needs to be leaving for work in 30 minutes.

"I should but Harvey wants me to work the next shift with you, I told him I needed to go but he said there's nothin he can do about it."

Anthony frowns, sets his rag down, and walks back to Harvey's office.

Uh oh.

When he closes the door behind him, my eyes widen.

But the ringing of the bell above the door draws my attention to a customer.

I nod at the older guy that comes in, stubble on his face, black hair, black jeans and a green bomber jacket with a white tee underneath.

"Sup man, what can I get you?" I ask him as he takes a seat at the bar.

His eyebrow raises at me," you a little young to be workin at a bar aren't you?"

Chuckling, I tell him," I'm 27, but thanks."

"My bad, you got a young face." He shakes his head," I'll have a scotch."

"Rocks?" I automatically grab a glass and a bottle off the middle of the shelf.

"Yeah."

Dropping two ice cubes into the cup, I pour the scotch on, set out a napkin, and place the glass on it.