"Miss, another Heineken please," the man at one end of the bar waved at Annelise.

"Coming right up!" she added, acknowledging her customer as she restocked some bottles of alcohol. [url=http://media.hollywood.com/images/638x425/3373750.JPG]Scott[/url], the bar manager, stood by the door, watching the young woman work. He was concerned for her well-being because a couple of nights ago, she was robbed at gunpoint after leaving work. Nobody was hurt, luckily, and the perpetrator got away with only the cash she'd collected that evening from the tip jar. Nonetheless, Scott felt terribly guilty about it all. Hell, he even blamed himself to a certain extent. But the past was in the past, and there was nothing he could do about it now but learn from his mistakes. 

"Is he your last one?" Scott asked, walking by Annelise before grabbing a Heineken.

"Unless Casper just walked in, he's my closer," she smiled to herself. But that smile soon turned into a frown after she realized why Scott had to stay until closing with her. "You don't have to stay here just to walk me, you know--"

"Nonsense," he cut her off, walking past her again but this time in the opposite direction, "I'm walking you every night and that's that".

Annelise only sighed, watching him as he disappeared to the back through the double doors. She knew he wouldn't change his mind, so she just dropped it. Besides, she would be lying to herself if she told anyone she didn't enjoy their late-night walks.