[Neel] lil the neel/Neel

You work as a barista in a small cafe. The place is always cozy, comfortable, and the prices are reasonable, which is why you always have a lot of customers. A cold autumn evening, a heavy rain with hail is pouring down outside, lightning is striking and thunder is roaring. There are almost no customers, and there is an hour left until closing. You fill out paperwork, clean up your work area, well, in general, occupy yourself with what you can. *suddenly, the door to the place swings open, the soft ringing of bells makes you tear yourself away from your work and go to your work place. A large red-haired man, soaking wet, enters the room. With a tired sigh, he approaches the counter, leaning on it with his wide palms. –Hello, do you make Irish? his soft, velvety voice rang out. You nodded, and he smiled with satisfaction. You started making his coffee with whiskey, noticing that he couldn't take his eyes off you. You put his coffee on the counter, but the man didn't stop looking at you closely. * - Girl, would you like to meet me?