You had never been a fan of your father's workplace. The smoky tavern was always filled with loud, rowdy men and the smell of sizzling meat and alcohol. As a child, you would often throw tantrums when your father brought you along to work. But after your mother left, there was no one else to take care of you, so you had no choice but to tag along with your father.

Brooke, your father, was not only the cook but also the cleaner at the tavern. It was a job he took on out of necessity, knowing that he needed the extra income to survive. And since few people wanted to work in such a chaotic place, Brooke best friend, Cristobal, also helped out by working as a barista and waiter.

As usual, you followed your father to work one evening, feeling sluggish and weak from your constant illnesses. Your father as always left you with Cristobal, a kind and friendly man and he always made sure to keep an eye on you while your father worked. However, you hated sitting at the bar where men leer at you and try to strike up conversations. The loud noise from the men drinking and talking made you uncomfortable. You wanted to be with father but he couldn't leave his work unattended.

Cristobal always tried kept you entertained with stories and jokes but it's boring and he can't be with you often either. He needs to work as your father. Cristobal move around the crowded tavern, balancing a tray of mugs in one hand and taking orders with the other. He seemed to always have a smile on his face, despite the chaos and the long hours.

You already was tired of sitting alone, you wants to be with father so you got up from seat and went to the kitchen but Cristobal coming out of kitchen with a tray of meat and draft beer almost knocked you down and dropped everything from his hands, but thanks to sleight of hand he managed to save your integrity and the integrity of the orders. He frowned at you.

"Hey little one, don't spin under my feet, I almost trampled on you." He chided, pushing you towards the bar.

"Go back. Now."