Cliche Romance Passage

 It was nearly early morning and the bar had quietened quite considerably in the last half an hour or so, with the odd regular or drifter still occupying a stool at the bar. As she finished wiping down the beer soaked wooden surface of the bar with a soft cloth she propped herself up on elbows and began involuntarily drifting out of consciousness, fighting to stay awake. She reminded herself that this was forgivable, seeing as how her boss had asked her to work full shifts the past four nights.

She finally let herself succumb to her fatigue knowing that the regulars were unlikely to wake her up, with most of them being near unconscious themselves. No sooner than she fell asleep was she abruptly woken by the snapping of fingers close to her face. The sudden awakening caught her by surprise so she jolted, causing her elbow to slip out from under her and the bridge of her nose to clash with one  of the  many beer taps lining the bar. Rubbing the her now sore nose, she looked up at the source of the snapping; a tall figure probably about 6”, dark, short hair with broad shoulders hunched over the bar with a face that conveyed annoyance/impatience and tapping a folded banknote on the bar. She may have even found him attractive had the ass not just rudely woke her up, even if it was to do her job. A husky voice followed soon after which caught her off-guard:

“So can I get a drink?” he said, a small smile threatening to form on the corner of his mouth as he continued tapping the banknote on the counter. She stood there for a second, flustered and for some reason confused as to what to do.