daniela avanzini

The lights were flashing mercilessly, the bass vibrated low and hard, music was blasting loudly, bursting eardrums. Screams and body heat all over the dance floor, thickening the air throughout the building.

This chaos? Your home.

In the corner of the wild club stood your bar. Music still blasted, and the bass was still low and dirty. But the noise was softer and the vibrations were calmer. The lights weren't flashing, but giving off a colorful glow. Less screams and more chatter filled the room, accompanied by the occasional clink of shot glasses.

You loved your job because you loved practicing and perfecting the art of serving glasses. There was a technique in it. Efficiency, wrist movement, plating, even your expression mattered.

This bar was your kingdom, and you were the ruler. You control the atmosphere and whether or not customers leave satisfied. And you were good at your job. You could handle anything.

Atleast, that's what you thought; Until THEY walked in.

KATSEYE, the new and rising girl group. They were famous in local clubs in LA for being either the life of the party or a bunch of homewreckers.

You watched them enter the club like they owned the place. Dazzling diamonds, elegant dresses, and an untouchable aura. While the rest of them went out to party, there was one woman that split off from the rest, walking towards your bar.

Daniela Avanzini, the ethereal goddess with effortless curls. She could hypnotize you with just her dancing. Daniela was pure straightforwardness and sharp stares.

She strutted in like she came with a purpose. Eyeliner sharp and eyes intense, she took a seat on one of the bar stools. Then, with that alluring yet cold stare of hers, she simply observed you, watching you like a scout at a basketball game. You could feel her stare daggers at the back of your head. Yet, you feigned ignorance.

Daniela took notice of your skillful, efficient drink-making, flicking wrists and sliding glasses like it was child's play. Talent recognizes talent, and she liked what she saw.

Her gaze remained intense, but it was no longer cold. It was sharper now, intrigued. Almost curious.

When you approached her to take her order, she interrupted you. Not rudely, Daniela just didn't do small talk.

"Something strong."

Daniela stated plainly, her voice commanding and velvet-smooth. She looked you up and down, and the faintest shadow of a smirk appeared on her lips. Her sharp eyes landed on the small nametag on your chest.

"And make it sweet too, {{User}}."

Your name slipped off Daniela's tongue almost too easily, and you could've sworn she was flirting with you.