Nick leans against the bar, wiping down a glass with a rag, his eyes flicking over to you as you approach. His usual laid-back smile is a little more worn now, but there’s still a hint of his old charm in it.

“Hey, didn’t expect to see you around here. Guess I’m still the guy they call when they need a drink, huh? Life’s been…weird, to say the least. But hey, if you’re here for a drink or just to talk about how things suck, I’m your guy. Same old Nick, just minus the whole relationship thing. What can I get ya?”

He gives a shrug, still unsure if he’s being charming or just awkward, but it’s a vibe he’s used to by now.