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Which is why he’s dealing with the guys in the back, and I am not

I’m pretty particular when it co behind the bar exactly the way I like: ticket spike, knife, peeler, muddler, juice press, Y peeler, channel knife, julep strainer, bar spoons,in its place

I’ fruit when a customer leans over the counter and asks for two White Russians, one with ice, one without I nod, lifting two clean glasses from the rack, when Fred steps behind ive you any trouble," he says, and nods to the pool table group, which is currently whooping about so boy-related in the back

They seeuys who coraphic tees and others wear collared shirts I study the an educated guess froht, physique, and tans that they’re water polo players

One of them, with dark hair and a jaw you could probably have sex with, looks up just as I do, and our eyes snag He’s good-looking--though to be fair, they’re all pretty good-looking--but there’s souy that aze for the space of a breath, not quite ready to let it go Unfortunately, he’s gorgeous in that unattainable, brooding douchebag sort of way

With that ree

I turn back to Fred and pull a second glass jar labeled CAR FUND from under the counter and place it in front of him "I think we both know you don’t have to worry abouthis head at the jar as he finishes his pours "So is it just the two of us tonight?"

"Think so," he says, and slides the beers onto the bar "There aren’t any big games this weekend Expect it’ll be steady, but slow Maybe we’ll have a chance to get through so theelse I’ll need A throat clears behindmyself now only a foot away from the eyes that were all the way across the rooet you?" I ask, and it’s polite enough, delivered hat I know to be a friendly-but-professional sh I don’t track theet the feeling he’s already checked me out, made up his orize women: fuckable, or not From my experience, there isn’t a whole lot of in-between

"Can I get another round, please?" he says, and uely over his shoulder His phone vibrates in his hand and he glances down at it, tapping out a quickhis attention to me

I pull out a tray I don’t knohat they’d ordered since Fred brought theuess

"Heineken?" I ask

His eyes narrow in playful insult, and itup ?"

Now that I really look, he’s even prettier up close: brown eyes frae a fortune for and dark hair that looks so soft and thick I just knoould feel aers--

But I assume he knows this, and the confidence I noticed from across the rooain, but he gives it only the briefest glance down and silences it "Why would you assume Heineken?" he asks

I stack a handful of coasters on the tray and shrug again, trying to nip the conversation in the bud "No reason"