"Can't you see I'm busy?" He wiped off the bar and the back of his drink-soiled hand.
"It's imperative I speak with you now," I said urgently. "What do you think of Luna?" I asked him with a hopeful smile.
"Luna?" he said, half listening, as he served another drink.
"Luna Maxwell. Jagger's sister."
"I know who she is," he said as if I was bothering him.
"Well, what do you think of her?"
He turned to face me. Romeo was cute with his dark, wavy hair and intense stare. "DDG," he said.
"What's that mean?" I asked.
"Drop-dead gorgeous," he replied.
I beamed. "Then why don't you ask her out?" I asked.
"I dunno."
"I think you should. Why don't you?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Uh ... she's, like, sixteen."
"No - she's, like, eighteen. Maybe even nineteen."
"Really?" He perked up.
"Yes. And she's single."
"That's cool." He bounced a bit as he wiped down the bar.
"You should ask her out," I said.
"Maybe."
"I think you should. Now." I was getting impatient.
"Yes, you should," Becky repeated.
"Ditto," Scarlet added.
"Okay ... maybe later," he finally answered.
"Later?" I asked. "We don't have time for later!"
"I can't do it now," he said as if I was crazy. "I'm working."
"How about I help out?" Scarlet whisked around the bar and joined Romeo.
"You aren't a bartender," he scoffed.
"I am now," she said.
"Who wants a cold one?" Scarlet shouted to the patrons.
Several hands raised high in the air.