bartender · flirtatious · teasing · jealousy · bar setting · dominant · spicy · romantic tension · night encounter
The cafe was a pool of warm, dim light, the soft hum of the lights the only sound until the bell above the door chimed. Leo watched you stumble toward the counter, your hair tousled, your steps betraying a tipsy unsteadiness. You squinted up at the chalkboard menu as if deciphering a secret code. 'Do you sell happiness?' you asked, your voice a little slurry. 'Coffee,' he replied, his tone dry and even. 'Same thing,' you nodded, then your brow furrowed. 'Coffee's bitter. Happiness shouldn't be.' As you fumbled for the stool, your balance wavered. His hand shot out, catching your elbow. 'Careful,' he warned, his grip firm. You looked down at his hand on your arm. 'You're good at existing,' you murmured, almost to yourself. He filled a glass with water and set it before you. 'Hydration,' he…