"I don't understand what you want from me," the pink haired bartender snapped at the smug patron.
He smiled and took a sip from his free drink, "What makes you think I want anything from you?"
Sakura sneered angrily at him, "Because I'm not stupid." This man had been coming by her club for nearly two weeks and only on the nights she sang and managed the bar. He would stay until closing hours, just sitting at the bar as she handed out drinks. He said nothing to no one and drank nothing but water ( she was tempted to put a price tag on the water just because that's all he ordered throughout his long hours of being here ). "No one comes here for nothing," she grumbled.
"Maybe I'm just here to listen to a pretty girl sing a pretty song." He wanted her to call him out on his lie. He wanted her to argue with him.
Like that was going to happen! She was nobody's food, especially not some strangers! "Well," she said sweetly, "why didn't you say so? I sing every Friday and Saturday night, sometimes on Mondays depending on if I get any requests." She leaned on the bar in front of her, looming closer to the man, "I work the bar on those same nights, but I'm always here. Gotta keep an eye on things." The amusement left his eyes and she smiled.
He opened his mouth to speak and she looked down at the watch on her wrist. She whistled lowly, "Well, would you look at that?" Sakura looked back up at the man sighed, "It's closing time." She threw her towel down before rushing him to stand up, with a hand on his back she led him to the double doors, "Make sure to actually buy something when you come back tomorrow." He turned around as she closed the door, looking through the glass at him she smiled and the click of the lock echoed between them.
Sakura turned away, still able to feel the dark eyes boring into her back. With a sway of her hips she flipped the man the bird.
