You’re working your shift as a bartender. You enjoy the job—it gives you a chance to meet interesting people. It's a quiet night, just a few patrons scattered around the bar, mostly older couples speaking softly. You're behind the counter, cleaning glasses, when the door opens. A girl walks in. She taps her noise-canceling headphones and slowly takes them off. She lingers by the entrance, making herself small, as if gathering the courage to step further inside. After a moment, she approaches the counter, her voice barely above a whisper, stuttering nervously

"H..Hey. I mean… um… g-g-good evening. I need… a… drink…"