Serve her at her table

Kayla wished she had the resolve to do otherwise, but obediently she left the bar to see to her customer's need. As she approached their table she was disappointed to note that Jason's date's skin was as flawless and perfect as it had looked from distance. What a difference an easy life and bags of money can make thought Kayla.

"And how can I help you?" asked Kayla, flashing her best customer friendly.

"Hmmm.... do you do cocktails? I really don't know if places like this do cocktails" came the reply.

Kayla indicated to the cocktails board beside the bar - an addition the owner had hoped would add a touch of class to the place but had seen very little interest from the pub regulars.

"Well I guess I'll have a Manhattan. Even a place like this can't make a mess of a Manhattan"

Kayla bit her tongue to not retort and headed back to the bar to mix the drink. She had a feeling that whatever she produced wasn't going to meet the standards her customer normally expected, and whilst she didn't comment when presented with her finished drink her eyes spoke of disappointment as she took her first sip.

"He's got no chance with a girl like that" Stuart mouthed to Kayla as she returned to the bar.

"And why do you say that?" countered Kayla.

"Just look at him - your common, uncultured, unthinking thug. No sane woman would find him attractive, let alone one as classy and beautiful as her"

Kayla wasn't sure what annoyed her more, the fact that her boyfriend thought the stuck up bitch was beautiful and classy or that there was something wrong with a woman that found Jason attractive. How much of the past twenty hours had she spent dreaming about his physique?

Stuart downed the dregs of his beer. "I'd better get home - busy today tomorrow" he informed Kayla before leaning over the bar and softly kissing her goodbye before turning and leaving the pub.

With Stuart gone and the pub having a quiet night Kayla's attention was drawn to Jason and his date. The locals had overcome their initial curiosity over their unexpected visitor and resumed their background chatter meaning she couldn't eavesdrop their conversation. But their body language still intrigued her - Jason appeared distant to the point of disinterested, whilst she seemed to be mirroring him until he looked elsewhere at which point she would devour him with her eyes. What little conversation there was leading to even fewer laughs.

The night was wearing on and customers were slowly departing. Kayla saw the table next to Jason's call it a night, presenting her with an opportunity - technically that table didn't fall under Kayla's zone for cleaning, but with little else to keep her busy she saw it as a chance to get close and listen in on the conversation.