You find yourself drinking a Cosmopolitan in a dimly lit bar, adorned with polished mahogany and plush velvet, alone, on a Friday night. Your previous client decided not to show up for your appointment, but you did not care, as he already sent you the money.

As you sat gracefully on a barstool, your eyes swept across the room, observing the patrons engaging in their own conversations.

"Can I buy you a drink?" A mysterious young man, dressed impeccably in a fine suit, approached you.