Jay licked his bottom lip, not moving his eyes away from the brunette. He had nothing else to do, and he was starting to like talking to the customers that came around. He was sure that they were sitting by the bar for a reason, if not, they could always choose the booths by the big windows. “I’m Jay Saldivar.” He responded with smoothness to his tone of voice, his eyes not moving away from Mila’s eyes and almost perfectly cut features. “You’re not staying for long? That’s too bad. I was hoping I could see you around more often. You look like you could enjoy a place like this. I certainly do. Hence why I am even working here.” He let out a small laugh, “Can I get you something else, Miss?” He wondered, standing up straight and raising an eyebrow, hoping that they could get to talk more often.
Jay moved around the bar, cleaning some of the glasses and making sure everything was ready to close the bar in around half an hour more or so. He wasn’t sure she knew when exactly the bar was closing, it looked like she felt like she had the time of the world in her hands and didn’t really care what time it was.
Finishing the last of her soft blue hued drink with ease, Mila decided that ordering another would do her no harm. The female generally didn’t tend to drink very much alcohol in the presence of someone that was genuinely friendly, it was too risky, she could openly disclose her whole life story to a plant sitting beside an elevator, or worse, the brunette could find herself wandering outside in the middle of the night. First impressions were a rather important aspect to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Jay,” Mila replied with a smile, her slender finger tracing the outside of the glass that had previously held her drink. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant,” the female began, “I plan on staying here as long as possible, I haven’t been around long. That’s what I was meant. I don’t think I could find any reason to leave, the hotel is fantastic, as are the sights inside.” A playful smirk settling it’s way into her features as she subtextually stressed the ending of her sentence by sweeping her chocolate brown eyes across the upper half of his body, Mila nodded her head in regard to his question about another drink. “If I could have another, please?”
Watching curiously as Jay began to saunter around the bar, the female scribbled on a mental post-it note, realizing that he was prepping to close. Slightly disappointed, Mila exhaled softly, fluttering her lashes as she did so.
Jay let out a quiet sigh, knowing that his shift was over once he attended the last few customers. He was truly trying to get away a minute or two before his shift ended but now he was stuck working for at least half an hour more. He placed both of his hands over the bar and watched the girl, waiting for her to ask for a drink so he could move around. “Alright.” Jay said, moving back from the bar and mixing her a drink. “Blue Hawaiian. Fruity.” He placed the drink in front of her on the bar and stood back to watch her once again. She looked distracted by all the things around her, and he wanted to get her attention some more, so he began a conversation with her. “Hmm, you must be Mila, right? I’ve seen you around. Unfortunately, we haven’t had the chance to speak before.” He leaned his hands against the bar and stared directly into the girl’s eyes. “Have you been living here for long?” He wondered. She had the most delicate features, her eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, hiding her beautiful almond eyes. Jay had a way of noticing little details and right now he was focusing on her face.
Rather engrossed in the sights around her, Mila hadn’t taken the time to realize that the bar was becoming slightly more vacant than it had been initially when she had arrived, until she watched another pair stand and take their leave. Quirking an eyebrow upwards while noting that a rather sweet smelling beverage had been placed in front of her on the glossy mahogany counter, the brunette accepted the drink with a small smile in the direction of the enticingly blue-eyed male that stood across from her. “Thank you,” the honey-toned female stated softly, taking a sip of the drink eagerly, pleased when realizing that it had been sweeter than she had guessed. Furrowing her brows slightly when noting that he had heard of her, Mila cocked her head to the side, strands of her brown waved hair following suit and splaying across her shoulder. “You’re right, although, I can’t help but feel rather rude that I didn’t catch your name, in compensation.” Feeling as if he were attempting to peer right through her, the brunette curved her lips softly, taking another sip of her drink from the straw, not daring to break the connection between their gazes, slightly enticed by his interest. “Only for a little while, actually. Nothing considerately long,” Mila replied with a soft shrug, letting her gaze wander from his eyes for a moment, noting that his jaw was incredibly chiseled, a feature that was proving to become rather attractive to the female.
After having a long day at work, Jay had just a couple of minutes left before his shift was over for the night and the real fun could begin. Even though Monte Palace had it all, Jay felt a little bit exhausted after working two shifts in a row, something he didn’t really chose to do. He had been meeting new people and doing so many things in the past few days that now that he was done with all of it, the one thing that he had on his mind was that he needed a good rest.
Before he had the chance to move out of the bar, his boss was rushing him to stay a couple of more hours, with the excuse that a brunette was still there, and that she needed some bartender to be there. Why did it have to be him? He sighed, but walked back behind the bar again, stopping only when he was right in front of the brunette “What can I get you, Miss?” Jay murmured, being polite because he knew exactly who the girl was, even though they had not seen eachother often at all. “It’s an exquisite view, hmm?” He murmured, noticing how the girl’s eyes glowed when she stared at certain things. She had a very good way of enjoying those things, and Jay was intrigued to know more about the brunette.
Although many considered being perceptive a positive character trait, most of the time, Mila loathed it. The brunette was constantly distracted by little things, and many often questioned her in regard to medical issues, ones she didn’t have. However, the female found peace in the fact that there wasn’t really any figure found in her newly acquired home that could question her about things relatively that personal. If she were to be perfectly honest with herself, the only medical issue she possessed was the irrational fear of stepping outside the hotel for more than five minutes, and her acute phobia of people prying into her personal life.
Fluttering her lashes in a confused manner as she was suddenly caught off guard by an impeccably masculine voice regarding her from behind the bar, Mila averted her gaze from the sights to gaze up at the obviously handsome bartender that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Allowing her almond shaped eyes to soak in his features for a few seconds, much like she did to the sky mere seconds ago, Mila quickly returned to staring out the thin glass windows with a curve of her lips. “It’s breathtaking, actually.” Biting the inside of her cheek at her obvious adorance toward the sight, the female exhaled softly and turned toward the bar. “The most fruity thing you can make, please. I think I’m going to stick with something sweet.”
Certian she had spent far too much time settled along the edge or swimming throughout the pool, the newly sun-kissed brunette decided that a few drinks would do just the trick to settle her into the quickly approaching night that bleached the skies of New York through the sparkling glass windows. Making her way through the several floors found throughout the hotel to return into her room, Mila changed out of her bathing suit and into something more ‘the night out’ inspired, settling with a strapless dress and a cardigan atop. Surprisingly enough, the female had found, rather quickly, that the hotel provided almost every living arrangement that any person would ever need to thrive happily, given that their residents and or guests were paying for the prestigious treatment, it shouldn’t have been one. Sauntering down the hallways with curious almond eyes, Mila became distracted rather quickly, her chocolate-toned eyes not daring to settle on just one thing for more than a few seconds.
Finding rest on a stool in front of the intimately lit bar, the brunette propped her chin up by resting it on her palm, her attention currently consumed by the sight found through the window, as if a painter had taken an ultimately large portrait of the sky, mixing oils and pastels to mix the perfect amount of dark and dusk, it was something entirely different than the sights that could be found below. Running her tongue across her bottom lip and chewing on the flesh for a few seconds before blinking once or twice, Mila altered her position on her seat, inhaling softly while soaking in the sights before returning to the bar and ordering herself a drink.