under control :
Weekends were always crowd, people looking for drinks, fun and distraction from the stress they had been through during the other days. While they were having fun and enjoying themselves, Oliver would be one of those who were there to work, behind the counter, with bottles and glasses around himself—thanks God that wasn’t exactly a stressful job, otherwise he would have lots of headaches not just in weekdays, but also on those little two days he had to rest from college. Distracted and talking to some of the customers as he made the drinks, that was his idea of fun for the weekend—at least when he had to work.
Steiner got himself busy by mixing the ordered drinks as always, serving them to a few customers that seemed to spend more time at Fuel Bar then their own home—he already knew some of the faces, not their names, but recognizing was pretty easy. And, the one that his eyes caught sight when he started changing the bottles he would use for the next mix, that one was new. Oliver was pretty sure that he never went there—and if he did, it wasn’t on his shift. He seemed too young to be there, but then again, Asians seemed to look pretty young for years—a good genetic, he thought.
“Hello,” he started when got in front of the young man, pouring some Bloody Mary he had just mixed to another customer who was next to them. “Would you like to drink something?”
