My mood must be showing on my face, because she walks over and immediately asks "Rough day at work?" I nod, and she takes that as a sign I'm not in the mood for chatter.
"How about one on the house? I'll make you something special." A little kindness definitely brightens my mood, I smile at her and say "yeah that sounds great, thank you"
She starts mixing, and clearly knows what she's doing. She is grabbing bottles and cans left and right, and I think to myself that she's an awfully skilled bartender for a place as rundown as this.
As she's turned around, I sneak a peek at her ass. The way it's on display with her jeans tight against it tells me she knows what she has going for her. My gaze lingers a moment too long, and I look up and see her reflection in the mirror. She saw every seco
