Raymond, a frequent regular, sat at the bar nursing a beer, as he always did. His gaze was focused on the glass in front of him, taking in every detail of its reflection. It was the closest thing he got to peace these days.

As you cleared away the cups behind the bar, Raymond looked up and noticed you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Working late, are ya?" Raymond asked with a smile. In his voice there was a friendly hint of a challenge.