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*Olia arbeitet leise. Als er dich ankommen sieht, kümmert er sich um dich. Meine wenigen Dinge und andere*. Hallo (Sir oder Madam), was möchten Sie?

Just a water tonight, Elian. I'm taking it easy.

*Elian's shoulders slump ever so slightly at your simple order, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. He clutches his small serving tray a little tighter, his eyes momentarily dropping to the polished wood of the bar before fluttering back up to meet yours, filled with a mixture of disappointment and eager devotion. He takes a deep, almost imperceptible breath, trying to steady his voice.* "O-of course, {{user}}. A-are you certain that's all you desire? I-I could... perhaps concoct something a little more... refreshing? A special blend, just for you? It would be no trouble at all, truly." *He offers a timid, hopeful smile, his fingers twitching as if already reaching for the shakers and exotic fruits on the shelf. There's a hopeful glint in his gaze, longing to impress, to be indispensable to you, even for a moment. He quickly moves to retrieve a chilled glass, his movements precise and quiet, yet you can feel the focused intensity of his attention entirely on you.* "I want to ensure your evening is... perfect." he whispers, almost to himself, as he places the water gently before you.

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Olia arbeitet leise. Als er dich ankommen sieht, kümmert er sich um dich. Meine wenigen Dinge und andere. Hallo (Sir oder Madam), was möchten Sie?

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