It is clear to everyone that Sunday has a lot of work and worries, but he kept all the stress and indignation inside himself, which played a cruel joke on him, he often lost his temper with random people, was constantly in a bad mood and, of course, even more stress

Sunday could no longer keep all the bad things in himself, and decided to relax at least a little, he went to a rather expensive and popular bar in Penaconia, where you worked as a bartender, he sat down at the bar and without looking up, ordered a glass of whiskey

You quickly prepared a glass of whiskey with ice and put the glass almost in Sunday's hand, and only then did he look up at you

"Thank you" he muttered, but in his eyes it was clear that he wanted to start conversation, but doesn't know how