This Is a Formal Bar

They haven't seen each other for years, and they haven't had any contact since the last time we met.

Olive almost forgot the existence of this person.

But she did remember.

The last conversation between the two was not very pleasant.

Their relationship was not so close that allowed him to come over and offer his condolences and help when he saw that she was in a mess.

Olive's first reaction was that he had the wrong person.

But another thought came to her mind.

It was also possible that Liam was gradually matured and become broad-minded in recent years.

He no longer took those things seriously, forgot the past grievances, only treated her as an old classmate.

Olive withdrew her thoughts and handed him his coat, with doubts and inquiries in her eyes.

Liam didn't take it and glanced over her hand.

Then he whispered, "I'm the owner of this bar."

Olive's hand was fixed in mid-air, and her reaction was a little slow.

She didn’t know for a while, whether he was to introduce himself or show off that he was doing so well now that he has become a boss at a young age.

Under such circumstances, she was still distracted and thought of Abigail's words.

“The owner of this bar can be said to be the superstar of Fallen Street.”

His eyes could not help glancing at his face.

Black hair and eyebrows, pure black pupils.

His previous sense of recalcitrance at that time had faded away, the green facial features become tough and neat.

Dressed in black, he did not restrain his arrogance, arbitrariness, and reserve.

It seemed that it lived up to his superstar reputation.

Liam slowly uttered five words, pulling her back to her senses.

"My last name is Miller."

"..."

‘So, he didn't recognize me.’

Olive understood the situation and said calmly, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry. Because of the mistakes on our side, it has caused you trouble and inconvenience."

Liam said, "If you have any needs, you can let me know. In addition, your consumption here is all free tonight. I hope it will not affect your good mood. "

His words were quite polite but Olive didn't hear any respect.

The tone was still the same as before.

He spoke as if he were perfunctory and lazy, and he sounded cold and annoying.

Olive shook his head and said politely, "It’s okay. It doesn't matter. "

As soon as these words came out, Liam's eyes stretched out and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Maybe he thought she was talkative, and his tone was a little milder, nodding and saying, "Then excuse me."

After that, he withdrew his eyes, raised his feet, and went out.

Olive still held his coat in her hand and subconsciously shouted, "Mr..."

Liam turned around.

While looking at him, she suddenly realized that they were strangers now, and the word "Liam" was stuck in her throat.

Her brain got stuck, and Olive didn't know what to call him.

The atmosphere was awkwardly quiet.

At a time when she was in a hurry, the blank was replaced by the content that had just been wandering, and word emerged.

She stared at his face and said slowly, "Superstar."

"..."

The world became quiet.

In this almost still picture, Olive seemed to see that the center of his eyebrow beat slightly and imperceptibly.

"..."

‘What?’

‘What the f*ck did I just say?’

‘Mr. Supertar?’

‘Superstar?!’

‘Ohh.’

‘Fuck.’

‘Aah!’

"..."

Olive stopped breathing and almost couldn't hold her expression.

She dared not look at Liam's expression at all. She pursed her lips and handed his coat to him again, "Yours."

The best solution, as she has done in the past, was to pretend that nothing was wrong and that nothing has happened.

Just skip this episode.

But Liam didn't give her the chance.

He tilted his head and slowly repeated, "Mr. Superstar?"

Olive pretended not to understand, "What?"

Be silent for a moment.

When Liam looked at her, he was surprised and seemed to understand.

He made an "ah" voice with a slight bend in the corners of his lips, with a "sure enough" look, "Sorry, this is a formal bar."

"..."

The implication was probably that he knew he was excellent, but he had not considered the service in this respect. Please show some goddamn respect.

Olive wanted to explain, but she felt that she could not make it clear.

She breathed secretly and didn't bother to struggle.

Anyway, they would never see each other again, so she simply let it go and followed his words with regret and said, "Really? That's a pity. "

"..."

Liam's expression seemed to freeze for a moment.

But it was like her delusion.

As soon as Olive's eyes blinked, she saw that his expression was still undisturbed and unchanged.

She didn't pay much attention, smiled politely, and mentioned again, "Your clothes."

Liam still had no intention of taking over.

For the next ten seconds or so, Olive sensed that he was staring at her mouth, his eyes straight and thoughtful.

Just staring at her.

"Put on my clothes," Liam paused and smiled suddenly. "Aren't you happy?"

"..."

Olive really thought he was a narcissist.

"Although I don't know clearly, I seem to be more famous than this bar?"

He raised his eyebrow unceremoniously, with a little more clarity in his words, as if he was giving her an out, "Take it back as a souvenir."

"..."

-

"Did he really say that?" Abigail confirmed again and again, burst out laughing, "Awesome, why didn't he just tell you to take it back and frame it?"

Olive said slowly, "That's what he means."

Abigail smiled and symbolically comforted: "Don't care too much. Maybe this kind of situation is too much, Liam directly acquiesced that you came here to see him. "

"Have you forgotten why we're here?"

"Ah?"

"Isn't it 'whoring'?"

Olive said, "How can the word 'see' match his words and deeds?"

"..."

Abigail began to laugh again.

Olive also smiled, "All right, you take it easy. Stop laughing. He's still sitting there. "

At this time, the high stool in front of the bar was full, and Liam occupied the most marginal position.

He picked up the transparent cup on the table and drank the wine slowly, looking like a dandy.

Seeing this, Abigail finally reined in.

The waiter who happened to spill the drink on Olive came.

The waiter looked young, with baby fat on his face.

He served the wine cautiously with a tray in his hand.

Then, return the money just paid by Olive and press it under the splint with the receipt in it.

"Here is your wine."

Olive looked at the money and said, "This is..."

Before she finished asking, the waiter hurriedly explained, looking slightly uneasy, "Sorry, it was my fault just now. My boss told me that this is for free. "

It was only then that Olive remembered Liam's words.

She subconsciously refused, "It's all right. Take the money back. "

The waiter shook his head and said, "Besides this, if you need anything else, you can call me at any time."

His attitude was very firm, and Olive did not insist.

She picked up the coat she had put aside. " I found this coat in the hallway. Maybe one of the customers accidentally left it behind. "

The waiter hurriedly took it and said, "OK, thank you."

After he left, Abigail winked at her, "What's going on?"

Olive gave a brief explanation.

Abigail stared wide-eyed, "That's what he said, why do you still want to give back the money?"

"it's not easy for him to run a business," Olive sipped his wine. "There's no need to take him a few hundred for this."

"Why are you still worried about the hardship of starting a business for the rich second generation? He is rich, girl."

Abigail said, "But he really doesn't remember you?"

Olive reasonably speculated, "Probably did not."

"What the hell?"

Abigail felt ridiculous and blurted out, "Do you know how damn hot you are? "

"..."

Olive almost choked, feeling speechless and funny, "I thought you were scolding me in that tone."

No wonder Abigail thought the answer was unreasonable.

Because Olive was really beautiful.

Completely at odds with her gentle character, she was extremely flirtatious and pretty enough to be aggressive.

That pair of fox eyes was attractive.

Sitting in this dark bar, she was completely extraordinary.

Abigail always thought that she could get rich with this face alone.

Who knew, she ended up being a miserable journalist.

"And you're no different now than you were in high school, except that your hair is shorter than it was then." Abigail instantly changed her words at the sight of Liam. "Well, it's possible."

"..."

"With his conditions, it is impossible for him to have fewer girls over the years, and there may be a few of them of the same type as you."

Olive held her cheek and looked in the direction of Liam.

This time, there was a woman next to him.

As if she was not afraid of the cold, the woman was wearing a close-fitting skirt, revealing her two white and straight legs.

Half leaning against the bar, she offered him a toast with her head tilted, smiling, and the exquisite curve was clearly outlined with the action.

Liam looked up at her with a smile.

The topic came for a short time, and soon Abigail talked about something else.

Attention was pulled back by her voice, and Olive took back her eyes and continued to talk to her.

For a while.

The singer finished the last song.

Sensing the time, Olive asked, "It's almost ten o'clock. Shall we go?"

Abigail, "OK."

The two got up and walked out.

Abigail took Olive's arm and looked at her cell phone and said, "Kevin just told me that he will return home next month. Let's ask him to come with us next time. Let’s go to a noisy bar. This one is a bit boring. "

Olive responded, "Cool."

Before leaving, she looked at Liam again.

Liam was still sitting in the same seat, and the woman next to him seemed to have changed.

There was still no emotion on his face as if he were indifferent to everything.

The unexpected reunion with her, as he showed, was just a stranger he had never met.

Olive felt at a loss.

Inexplicably, he remembered the last time they met before they were cut off from each other.

On a lonely night, there was no moon.

Thick fog and dark clouds oppressed the city, and the drizzle fell like plush.

In the narrow alley, the only street lamp flashed, and the flying ants bumped into it without hesitation.

The tip of the teenager's hair was wet and his eyelashes were stained with water.

His skin was fair and the light in the eyes was extinguished.

Everything seemed illusory.

She didn't remember how she felt at that time.

Just remember.

Liam's voice was hoarse and finally called out to her, "Olive."

Then he lowered his eyes and laugh at himself, "I'm not that bad, right?"

She also remembered.

He took off his pride and regarded himself as filth that people could avoid.

"Don't worry," he smiled. "I won't bother you anymore."

-

Since he spilled wine on his customers, Gary has not been able to work comfortably all night.

He did everything carefully, lest he would make the same mistake again and rekindle the anger that his boss has just faded.

After the customers at the table left, he came forward to clear the table.

When the wine glass was recycled, Gary pulled the file splint and saw several pieces of cash.

His movements stopped.

And then he noticed a bracelet under the soft chair.

Gary reached out and picked it up and walked back to the bar with a heavy face.

He pushed the tray in and said to the yellow-haired bartender, "Todd, the guest of K11 dropped something."

Todd took it, looked up, and said, "Right, the coat that you just brought over looks so much like Liam’s."

"Oh, I don't know. The customer said she found it in the toilet."

Thinking about the money, Gary scratched his head. "The customer didn’t take the money back. Shall I tell him? "

Todd glanced at him and said, "Go and admit your mistake."

"..."

Gary was confused and felt it was necessary to explain, "Todd, it's not that I want to take this money, but the customer didn't take it. I told her several times. "

Todd took out a transparent bag to pack the bracelet and then said with a smile, "Liam is not so reasonable."

"..."

Although he thought Todd’s words made sense, when Gary went upstairs to find Liam, he still felt nervous.

He saw Liam was staying in front of the bar all night and didn’t know when he went up to the second floor.

At this time, he sat in the innermost seat of the booth area.

Gary tried his best to explain everything.

Liam was silent and loosely played with the transparent cup in his hand.

The atmosphere was almost intimidating.

Gary said softly, "This may not be the payment for the drink. I just heard these two guests say... "

At this point, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the next words and stumbled, "But it's noisy around, and I can't hear them very clearly, so I'm not sure. Just, just..."

As soon as he bumped into Liam's cold eyebrows, Gary trembled and spoke smoothly, "I heard this guest's friend ask her if she came to this bar to see you, and she said no."

Liam's eyelashes moved slightly.

Gary, "Then, she said she was here for who...whoring... "

Liam, "..."

Liam, "?"

"So this may be the pay for whoring you."

"..."