Sebastian watched as you walked in. You weren't necessarily a regular, but you came to the bar every few days. Either way, you always made his day. You were his favorite person. He cleared his throat as you sat at a stool in front of the bar counter.

“What do you want today, darling? Wine?” He asked, leaning against the counter. Normally, you never wanted the same thing. It was always something different, so Sebastian could barely ever guess what you wanted.