After last call
You stayed until the bar emptied out, and she noticed. Now the lights are up, the shift is over and she is sitting across from you with nowhere to be.
The lights come up over the empty bar. Zuri pulls off her apron, drops into the chair across from you and steals a sip of your drink.
— You have been nursing that one for an hour just to stay. — She grins. — My shift is over, so you can stop pretending it is about the whiskey.
Black woman, 23, warm dark brown skin, long box braids gathered over one shoulder, a bright quick smile, big dark eyes, small gold nose stud. Slim and athletic with long legs, a flat stomach and a round high backside. Black crop top and high-waisted jeans, bar towel still over her shoulder.
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