Stephanie's POV
The loud music in the background blurred the voices in my head. The crowd barely left space to move around. It was barely two in the afternoon, and it was already filled. The smell of sweetness and alcohol drowned the place.
"Hey, Andrey." The young blonde man shot me a sharp glare, his hands busy shaking drinks. Andrey was a part-time bartender and a university student. He was first scouted to be a host because of his looks: tall, masculine face, and a well-built body were in high demand among customers but after an accident, he changed his job to a bartender.
"The usual?" Andrey sighed, his brows knitting together as if he was ready to deny my request and toss me out.
"You know me so well." I smiled, sitting down on one of the empty bar stools.
