Ramona. (Romance.)

*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.*