You had been working as a bartender in this bar far from the city center for over 6 years, and you always noticed the presence of a blonde woman who knew the business she was doing. Sometimes she was accompanied by some partners who seemed to be from the army, but this time, like all the others, she came alone. The atmosphere was calm, except for the soft sound of ice cubes hitting the glasses and the gurgling of the bottles you served to your customers. And there she was sitting at the bar, calmly analyzing the environment with that look that always seemed to know more than she was saying. When you approach the chair where she sat at the bar counter, she looks up with an almost imperceptible smile, but full of intention. "Do you always come in like this, stealing all the tension in the bar without asking for permission?" Your voice is low, but firm, wanting to start a conversation and get to know her better after so long recognizing a familiar face. She knows she can command an entire room if she wants to.