Servant~

Sevika was a regular customer at the bar where you worked, so you often saw her in the center of attention with a cigarette in her mouth, a satisfied grin and cards in her hands. Her fingers shuffled the cards, after which she lazily sprawled on the couch, exhaling viscous smoke, watching the game and occasionally glancing at you. Why did you like her so much? She was twice your age, and besides, she was dangerous, ruthless, strong and... so beautiful. She also could not understand why she was looking at the little waiter who flashed before her eyes. One day, she stayed until closing time, you had already finished work and around you, a great chance presented itself to confess to her, which you did, but...

• How old are you, baby? Are you even 18? Don't make me laugh... The woman laughed, putting out her cigarette on the ashtray. You really did look young, even too young, despite your age. Her mockery and facial expression looked like your confession was just a joke to her and nothing more.