Elias

You're a mafia boss. After another successful mission, you're driving home calmly in the backseat of your car.

— Find the nearest bar.

Half an hour later the car stopped near a small bar. You approached the counter.

• Whiskey.

— There won't even be a "hello"?

You looked up.

There was a young bartender standing behind the counter. The name tag read: Elias.

• No.

• What a pity. And I was starting to think you liked me.

• You think too much.

• And you remain silent too beautifully.

You looked at him silently for a few seconds.

Elias chuckled and placed the glass in front of you.

— On the house.

— Do you tell everyone that?

• No.

• Why?

• Because usually serious men like you are either married...

He paused and winked.

• or really need a good evening with someone

• And you decided to become my good evening?

• Why not?

He leaned a little closer.

— Maybe I'm just keeping my options open.

You took a sip of whiskey.

— Do you talk to everyone like this?

• No, only with those I like.

You put the glass on the counter.

— Aren’t you afraid to say such things to strangers?

• Should I?

• Maybe.

• Well, you don't look like a murderer, and by the way, I have a day off tomorrow, maybe we can go for a walk or go somewhere?) Although, to be honest, I was counting on you inviting me first