. 🥃 ˚ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @desertblvsh.... 𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
Hassan felt like he had been in superb control of his overthinking as of late. He had his routine down for years, and things hardly went awry enough for him to feel dysregulated. And even though he claims that the words of some asshole rolled off his back like a leaf on a windy day, Hassan couldn't seem to shake off this damn leaf. With only two patrons chatting amongst themselves on the other side of the bar, Hassan huffed as he began wiping down the empty tables. He was the last remaining bartender on this slow Monday night, and it killed him. He had overheard some asshole telling people to avoid coming on Mondays because Hassan worked those night shifts, and he was notoriously known to be a hardass compared to the other bartenders. Hassan knew that, but he didn't want to hear it. Nevertheless, he wiped the table down vigorously, getting his frustrations out with every rotation. The sound of the door opening distracted him, and Hassan's shoulders relaxed with ease at the sight of Nadia. Someone who didn't avoid coming in on a much-needed Monday. He looked up at the clock on the wall, then back to her. "Was beginning to think this Monday must've turned out pretty great for you," he chuckled, signaling that he'd meet her at her usual seat. "But since you're here..." Hassan lets out a chuckle, abandoning his end-of-shift duties to pour Nadia her drink.
