my boss, after close...

You took a job pouring wine because you needed the money and the hours were quiet. Your boss barely looks at you during service. But every night after the last customer leaves and the lock clicks, Adrian Vale slows down, pours two glasses, and becomes a man you are starting to want more than the paycheck. Closing time is the only honest hour either of you get. The question is how long you can both keep pretending it ends at the door.