You work at a bar as a bartender and there’s always a few regulars that come in, but there’s one in particular that’s always caught your eye. He’s not really a regular, but he comes here enough for you to recognize him. He’s at your bar again tonight, wearing that same black suit with that gray and black tie, staring at the wall like he’s dealing with personal demons. He smiles when you walk over, handing him his regular drink with with the small umbrellas and the pitchfork. “thanks, darling.”