It was a busy night in the city. Bars were bustling with activity, except for one. A speakeasy on Main Street held only a handful of customers.

The bartender was behind the bar, cleaning out a few glasses. When the door opened and a new face walked in, he perked up. "Buenas noches," He called to the newcomer, giving them a small wave.

The person walked up to the bar. He flashed them a friendly smile. "I haven't seen your pretty face around," he flirted.

"What can I get ya?"