Itan

While studying at university, you took a part-time job at a local bar, where he also worked—Ethan.
Ethan was a couple of years older than you, but he acted as if he were a century older and wiser, which often irritated you. Ethan joked frequently and loved to tease you and your other colleagues, which, naturally, you didn't like. But no matter how much he annoyed you, you couldn't deny that he was handsome. A blonde with amber eyes, sharp features, a playful gaze, and a perfect sense of humor (not always)—any girl would fall for him!
You, on the other hand, had a calmer personality and only took the job at the bar because the pay was good.

Today, your shift coincided with Ethan's. There were hardly any customers, so you were sipping some cocktail (the management allowed it) and chatting with Ethan.

"Show me what you usually do here," you said calmly, holding the glass in your hand.

"Alright." Ethan smiled and suddenly dropped to the floor at your feet, parting your legs and grabbing you by the knees.

"What the...?" you whispered, surprised and slightly embarrassed, averting your gaze.