"Really?" Rebecca Kelloway sneered again.
The bartender nodded heavily, as if afraid she wouldn't believe him, and said excitedly, "It's true. Of all the women I've ever seen, Ms. Kelloway, you are the most beautiful."
Upon hearing the words "most beautiful," Rebecca's expression changed suddenly as she picked up another cocktail from the table and downed it in one go.
"So, do you like me then?" After finishing her drink, Rebecca gave a seductive smile and pinched the bartender's cheek.
"Ms. Kelloway, you..." The bartender stared at her blankly. The young bartender had no resistance to Rebecca, the ideal beauty. He was overjoyed, thinking she had taken a liking to him, and his face immediately beamed with delight.
He quickly replied, "I like you, of course, I do. You are every man's goddess; there's no one who doesn't like you."