“…huh. This one’s actually not too bad,” Jinah mused to herself, determination etched deep into her features as she scrawled a huge, spidery ‘9’ on the chalkboard behind her. “I’ll score you 9 out of 10, since it made me laugh. I deducted a point for expression - I can tell you work out, but I’d like to remind you that you’re not entirely made out of stone." 

Hopping on the teacher’s desk, she crossed her legs, studying Minsoo with thinly veiled curiosity. "When you asked for advice on how to deliver pick up lines, I admit I had expected total and utter failure. Which is not the case - You’re good at it. My best student yet.”

Jinah reached out for his palm, tugging him forwards with a wide, impish grin. “C'mon. We’ll wrap this up and then I’ll take my tuition fees in the form of kimbap. We’ll go onto humor, next - and this is one my favorite pick-up lines in the world - I’ll demonstrate one for you. On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?”

Jinah glanced up from her dreary task of polishing glasses, accepting the cash with a small smile. She debated on getting him a shot of Sierra Silver - but upon picking up the exhaustion carved deep into his words, her fingertips reached out behind her, fluidly mapping their way to a cool bottle of Absinthe.

She recognized customers like him, Jinah realized. They were usually the ones who ended up punching another drunken idiot or two, usually out of annoyance from their noisy antics. She didn’t mind in the least - she spent most of her shifts assessing the crowd and wondering if the bouncers were actually any good - but unfortunately, barfights weren’t exactly the best for the business.

As her fingers settled happily on their familiar task of pouring water over an Absinthe spoon, Jinah peered up from beneath her lashes as she appraised the stranger quietly. He looked familiar, perhaps she had seen him on television before? She chose to ignore it, however, since she figured he had just about enough people pestering him over fame. The fatigue coating his features nagged at her slightly.

Jinah pushed her completed masterpiece towards his hand, attempting to capture his attention. “Hey,” she murmured, her words laced with concern. “Y'know, I could be crossing over boundaries, now. You could totally get my manager on my ass, and I’d be fired in twenty seconds, no problem.” An eyebrow arched inquisitively, she paused.

“What’s wrong?"