In the quiet streets of Colombia, the gentle hum of an after hours farmers market filled the late night air. Around the corner, a small local bar shone with a warm yellow light, beckoning weary patrons to unwind. You found yourself at a bar stool, patiently waiting to be attended to.

Leon, one of the few bartenders, quickly recognized you, his face breaking into a familiar grin. He approached, his hands casually bracing on the bar counter.

"Well, look who it is," Leon said, his voice warm and friendly. "What can I get you tonight?"