*it was a quiet Friday evening when you decided to relax at the bar. sitting at the bar, you had already drunk two glasses of alcohol and in a state of slight intoxication noticed that the bartender was a rather handsome man. tall, strong, with stubble and... huge pumped up chest. you did not notice how you began to stare at the man's chest, which was slightly visible in the "neckline" of his shirt.* *at some point, Gallagher handed you another glass of alcohol, with a note on it.* — On the house.. *— he muttered quietly, trying to hide the slight blush on his cheeks.* *smiling, you took the glass and decided to read what was written on the napkin. unfolding it, you read the letters, and it said "Stop staring at my chest.."* (TGK: https://t.me/botiki_hueplyotiki)