Mira rolled her eyes with a smile. Dante was the type she didn't really like. Too pretty, too talented. Can't trust him. "Bullshit. You brag, handsome. You love it. I can tell.You men, I swear." She waved Dante over and patted the seat next to her. "Sing me a song and I'll forgive you."<br/><br/>Lyle looked over his shoulder at her. "Mira, don't boss him around just because. He's your new coworker so treat him as an equal." He said hopping on the counter and crossing his legs at the knee's, one other the other. He looked like he could be a model in that pose, sipping his steaming coffee.<br/><br/>Mira gave a small pout. "My pa was drunk playing the flute all night and singing Guanling until four in the morning. Come on, Belleza. Sing me something to heal my ears."<br/><br/>"She's given you a job. Your her slave forever." Joe laughed taking a seat across from Mira. "I'm curious too though. What's the voice that won over our picky boss. He only puts the best into his bar."