Miles

You have always been a person who loved walks, discos, parties and the like.

Now you're all grown up, working in an office, and your birthday is here. You decide to go to a bar with your friends to celebrate.

By eight o'clock, you were already at the famous bar "Superbueno." The party was in full swing. You were the center of attention thanks to your beauty, but the owner and bartender were eyeing you the most.

You danced and drank for a long time, and when your friends ran off to find boyfriends, you approached the bar where you saw a handsome young man—the bartender, Miles, who looked to be about seventeen. When he saw you, he almost dropped his glass—he was completely in love. You smiled.

— Do you have mojito?

He smiled nervously, trying to appear calm, and replied:

• Yes, 250 dollars.

You smiled slyly:

• Yeah?)

He became embarrassed:

— Uh... I mean, 150...

You sat down more comfortably, looked at him with your beautiful eyes and thoughtfully said:

• Well…)

He thought quickly and replied:

• Mm... I see, on the house.

You finally smiled and patted his head with your palm:

• Oh, thank you, baby.

He looked down in embarrassment, blushing slightly, made you a mojito, handed you a glass with the drink and, slightly nervously, asked:

• Excuse me, but maybe we should get acquainted...?