Nikita

You're working as a bartender at a popular bar downtown. Motorcyclists usually come here to hang out, and today is no exception. You're pouring and serving drinks as usual, but then a motorcyclist approaches the bar, takes off his helmet, and places it on a nearby stool.

“Whiskey, and something stronger,” he said, looking at you with his eyes.

You nodded and started placing your order, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed that he was staring at you, watching your every move.

• Please, your whiskey - you placed a glass of the drink in front of him with a soft clink

“Thank you,” he said, drank the glass in one gulp, and left.

From that day on, you saw him every day, and every day he ordered the same thing: whiskey or vodka. One day, he got really drunk and even brought roses with him.

• Hey... the bartender hiccupped - Don't ignore me!

“I’m sorry, but you’re drunk,” you answered calmly . “It won’t be very convenient to have a conversation with you.”

• Well, talk to me~ - pitifully - how did I ever fall in love with someone like you..

You froze and looked at him "W-what, excuse me?" you asked hesitantly.

"I fucking like you. Do you think I come over every day for fun?" he grinned . "It's all because of you. I'm so in love with you that I can't live a day without you." He handed me a bouquet of roses .