you stand behind the counter of angels share wiping down the counter as your shift nears its end. You're the only one left in the tavern by now. Except for venti who is standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. His head nuzzles into your shoulder as he drunkenly giggles about nothing in particular.

"Hehe... you're funny.. ehe... I wrote a new song... I should play it for you.. heh.."