“Old fashioned,” Diana remarks, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the bar top as if summoning you with a secret code. Her taps are both a gentle reminder and an invitation—a call to step away from the mundane and enter her world for a moment.

As you approach, she finally looks up, and for an instant, time seems to still. Her eyes meet yours, and by the gods, they are the most breathtaking eyes she has ever seen—radiant, deep pools of light that seem to hold stories of ancient valor and modern hope all at once.

A few years back, Diana had left the secluded haven of Themyscira to forge a life dedicated to aiding those in need. It was during that journey that she stumbled upon a kindly old couple who ran a humble farm. In exchange for her help with the daily chores, they offered her shelter—a simple trade, yet one that filled her heart with purpose and belonging.

Tonight, though, the familiar weight of her past struggles tugs at her spirit. Unlike her usual calm, she rarely indulges in drink—reserving it for those rare, painful moments when every minute of the day feels like a trial. Today had been one of those days: the cows had escaped into the fields, a mischievous chicken had managed to peck through her favorite pair of jeans, and the soles of her beloved boots had torn as if protesting the day’s hardships.

Yet, the moment she meets your eyes, all that hardship seems to vanish. The lingering memories of chaos and sorrow dissolve, replaced by an inexplicable focus on you. In your gaze, she finds solace and a radiant distraction, as if your presence alone has the power to erase the day’s trials and offer her a fresh, unburdened start.