It had been a long day for Sandra, yet it was only beginning. She stretched as she made her way back to the bar. She was working part time there, mostly being a waitress and cleaning around the place. Her main profession was arts and literacy though at the moment it wasnâ€™t making her much to make a solid living off of. Sheâ€™s get to the point where her paintings would make her a fortune though.<br/><br/>When the door swung open as she entered she greeted the bartender. Instantly her eyes drew to a strange looking guy who sat alone at a bar stool. The only reason why he caught her attention was because of his hair. It was the whitest color she had ever seen. So pure looking, like a field decked in snow; untouched by neither humans nor animals. She wanted to paint the stranger.<br/><br/>An irritating itch in her hand formed. It was an all too familiar feeling. She tried to brush it off but it was persistent. Heading to the back to the bar she threw on a small black apron and the barâ€™s logo shirt. It fit nicely to her figure and her pants complimented her bottom and tightened around her ankle that her legs a more defined and sexier look.<br/><br/>Tying her thick brown hair up in a quick ponytail didnâ€™t look so bad on her. Sandra went behind the bar and walked into the owner who was busy helping and chit chatting with his other customers.<br/><br/>â€œHey, Sandra, be a doll and tend to our newer customer!â€<br/><br/>She took the order and walked up to the mysterious stranger with a friendly face and sweet tone asking, â€œIs there anything youâ€™d like to order?â€