Temporary Bliss (гет)

Hermione was not usually this shy but being a bartender was never something she had imagined she'd be good at it. It was taking everything she had to fake it.
"What time do you get off tonight?"
She checked her watch, a quarter past 2. She didn't really have a set time to go home. The job was to serve customers until the customers stopped coming. Which could be anytime in the city that never sleeps.
"It's kinda slow tonight, so hopefully soon," she grabbed a nearby rag and started wiping down the marble counter.
"Then you have time to drink with me?" Tom was turning on the charm. He wasn't looking for anything or anyone in particular when he walked in but he'd never turn down harmless fun.