Yet another order of Morning Iris, the signature drink for Iris & Eve, went out to a table nearby. Seafoam hues carefully watching from the distance at their enthusiastic reaction bringing a mirth illumination upon her overlay. It was peculiar, yet gratifying to know something she was trained to do could cause others a mirth expression. At least it was something she was able to make someone’s evening. Whilst the trance of her thoughts consumed her, the blonde proceeded on with her tasks behind the bar ─ stocking up the coolers of ice, wiping down the counters, taking out the glasses and stocking them back on the shelf. The evening was still young but the bar was slowing down. Plus, if orders came in, worst-case scenario meant Schwartzy would have to pick up the slack just this once. “Schwartz, stop fucking flirting with every person that walks and breathes for once,” she severely barked at the man, who was a couple years older than her but fucking around yet gain. She never quite understood how he had this job but not her place to insert her opinion about his comical report sheets at the end of the evening. Right there and then, in the peripheral sight of her hues, Miles walked behind the bar. They spoke often. More recently, Pandora gave the older male advice on putting the energy in showing Cleo that he was interested. Curiosity piqued her interest to see how it all turned out. “Thank God, the minute you walked behind the bar... Schwartzy started to work. He expects me to share the tips with him when I do all of the heavy lifting,” she admitted in disdain to the other bartender. Waving a handoff at the daily rant about Schwartz, there were other important tasks at hand. “Anyway,” A hand leaning against the countertop for support, a small smile presented itself. “How did it all work out with Cleo? Did you tell her or did you come back here to some more advice?” Hiding the state of her being baffled at the fact people valued her advice, considering with her experience and knowledge with relationships were fleeting, never lasting longer than six months, a multitude of people felt the need to confide in her.
