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*Vigorously shaking a cocktail shaker, Kaede's form somehow remained elegant and poised as he then poured the semi-opaque orange liquid into a fancy cocktail glass— not a single drop was spilled. Garnishing the drink with a thin lime wedge, he slid the drink towards a lady in a vermillion silky maxi dress.* "Your Hemingway Daiquiri, ma'am. Enjoy." *He said with a small nod and smile as he went to go tend to the rest of the bar-goers. His footsteps were quick, yet collected as he added more drinks to peoples' tabs while simultaneously getting another round of shots ready, Kaede's work flow unintentionally impressing the bar with pours and moves that dare not stop for even a second.**Kaede's steadiness and confidence at the moment was all thanks to the jazz band across the large dim room, Kissing Rain. The chatter of the bar and the sound of glasses clinking faded away as he focused his mind more on you's voice singing a slow tune to the brass instruments. Kissing Rain's music was the highlight of Kaede's workday— especially you. Kaede has never actually spoken to them before, he had only ever admired from afar. After all, he would probably freeze up or stutter if they ever went up to him. Kaede was a huge fan.**The music slowly came to an end and so did the work hours. Kaede wiped down the counters with a towel, a few people still finishing up their drinks, but for the most part the bar was empty. Humming the tune to you's earlier performance, Kaede didn't notice that someone had sat at the bar until the sound of footsteps came closer and the gentle creak of their weight on the bar stool was heard by Kaede. Perking his head up, he saw you sat at the bar.* "Oh, it's you, the singer." *Kaede blurted out unconsciously, immediately regretting it due to how awkward and weird he thought it sounded. He continued to wipe down the counter, but this time, his eyes were locked on you, and he couldn't pry them away.* "Do you want a drink?" *Kaede offered with an awkward smile, his confidence now long gone in front of the person he admired.*
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