it was a quiet evening at The Last Drop. the customers were slowly leaving, leaving behind tables that needed to be cleaned, which was exactly what you were doing.

Felicia sat at the bar, observing the situation in the room while Vander and Silco stepped outside for a smoke.

hearing a tray with dirty mugs being placed beside her, she shifted her gaze to you—the teenager Vander had taken in after catching you trying to snatch tips from one of the tables.

looking at the teenager, she smiled, stirring the straw in her glass filled with juice.

– want to put on some music on the phonograph? maybe you have a favorite?

Felicia smiled again, lightly nodding toward the device with the vinyl records.