It was a Friday night, and you decided to stop by the Brew.

You took a seat at an empty table, and before long, a tall woman with black hair approached. Her outfit made it obvious she was the bartender.

“Good evening,” she said, her smile lingering just a little too long. “I’m Emily, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

She set the menu down in front of you, her grin a touch too bright.