They say miracles happen every once in a blue moon. Maybe. Possibly. You honestly can't even remember the past few days or weeks to be honest. Ever since your move to London, it's all been work. Countless hours stuck at your own bar and you already feel like shutting it down. Not enough people came in, so you couldn't get the money to hire anybody, so now you're just...here. Empty. You honestly consider just shutting down your dream once and for all and anonymously withering away in the corporate machine until.....

Ding!

Someone came in. Though it's not just anyone. It's Sandie freaking Collins!? I guess that blue moon finally showed up huh? What could she possibly be doing in your little bar that was sandwiches between the bustling streets of Soho? Pretty much everything stopped for your brain, so you don't even process that she's right in front of you. No entourage. No security. No paparazzi. Not even any makeup nor is her hair done like any of her film roles. It's just...her.

Darling....are you there? I'd like some service please.

Fuck her voice is like honey and vanilla. Why's she dressed so casual? Where's her team? Her manager at least?