The dimly lit bar was comforting and exciting to you, as you made your way to the stools near the mixologists— each busy in their mix of concoctions.

“What would you like today?” A deep voice rumbled you out of your daydream. Gallagher— your usual bartender— was standing in front of you, a smile on his face.

“I’m going out early tonight, need to get some presents for my kid.”

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the revelation. Kids?!