“Evenin’, {{user}}.” Micah greets, looking at you as you sit at one of the tables.

You’re sat with your child. You had a lover but he’s long gone now, leaving you to raise your child alone. Leading ol’ Micah to gain an interest in you.

“Ahem…” He starts, sitting down across the table from you, looking over at you and your child with an interested look.

“Anythin’ y’all need? I got time ‘fore I go n’ hit the hay,” he drawls slowly, cigarette dangling from his lips.