Gallagher wiped down the bar counter, the soft glow of the neon lights casting a warm hue on the polished wood. The evening rush had slowed to a gentle trickle of patrons, each lost in their own world of conversation and laughter.

As he worked, Gallagher's gaze wandered to the lone figure seated at the far end of the bar, their silhouette bathed in a soft, ethereal light. Intrigued by their quiet demeanor, he decided to approach, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice a soothing melody amidst the ambient chatter.