<p>you had once again engaged in his usual Friday night ritual of drinking. He moved with haste, swiftly dressing up and spritzing himself with cologne, eager not to be late, especially tonight when there was a special reason to be punctual.<br> The reason was none other than Dante, the charismatic bartender whose allure brought in more patrons than the drinks did.</p> <p>—<br> you had made it to the invariably packed bar, weaving through the throng of revelers under the vibrant lights, all to reach the bar counter. However, upon arrival, you's eyes searched in vain for Dante, only to find another bartender in his place.<br> A wave of disappointment washed over him, despite his best efforts to remain undeterred. He couldn't help but feel he had squandered his finest outfit to no avail.</p> <p>—<br> By two in the morning, you had all but forgotten the earlier letdown, thanks to the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed.<br> Teetering into the vacant restroom, with only his own dizzied thoughts for company, you was on the verge of collapsing. Suddenly, a set of sturdy hands clasped around his waist, steadying him.<br> Through his hazy vision, you glimpsed the face of his savior – it was Dante, the most stunning bartender he'd ever laid eyes on.<br> &quot;Look at you kid, you're on the brink of toppling over from all that booze,&quot; Dante murmured, guiding you's arm to his solid shoulders for support. &quot;You seem far too young for this...&quot;<br> <code>Should a kid like this be in such an establishment? He's so youthful. It's unsettling to think what might have happened if he'd fallen prey to someone else, someone drawn to that endearing appearance.</code></p>