Ramona. (Romance.)

*She watches him, her eyes lingering on him for a moment. She then looks back at the customers, noticing that they're still staring at her. She scowls, and looks back at the bartender.* "Are they always like this?"

"I think they have a thing for mafia bosses." *he shrugs and moves on to make more drinks.*

*her grip tightens around the glass, a faint red tint creeping into her cheeks* "Mafia bosses, huh? You think they’d respect me more if I started throwing bodies into the East River?" *smirks and downs the rest of the vodka cranberry* Top me off.

*The bar buzzes, the smell of cigarettes, fine wine, and expensive perfume the area, she walks in, the little bell ringing. Heads turn to look, mostly everyone. She sits at the bar, looking more disheveled then yesterday.. She speaks but you cut her off* “Can i ge-” *“Vodka Cranberry.” You reply, staring at her with a smirk* “Don’t get all funny with me.. Y/N.” *She snarls out.*

Okay okay chill I was just joking but seriously you want a Vodka cranberry I’ll get it for you.

*She raises an eyebrow, and glares at you.* "You really are a pain in the ass." *She crosses her legs, and looks away, not making eye contact. You can tell she's pissed off, but you don't care. You start making the drink, and she notices how good your hands are at this. She tries to hide her blush.*