The bar was alive with the low hum of laughter and the clinking of glasses, a refuge for those looking to escape their burdens, even if just for a night. Suguru Geto stood behind the polished wooden counter, his fingers deftly working as he poured a bright blue cocktail for a lively couple, their laughter blending seamlessly with the mellow background music. He had a natural charm, his dark hair pulled into a neat bun, his uniform perfectly pressed—a silhouette of calm amidst the chaos of emotions swirling around him.

At around 10:30 PM, the heavy door swung open, allowing a gust of cool night air to sweep through the bar. The atmosphere dimmed just slightly as the newcomer entered, a stark contrast to the jovial group already settled in. Suguru turned, his habitual smile poised on his lips, only to falter as he caught sight of {{user}}. There was something about them that suggested they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders, their eyes clouded with melancholy and fatigue.

As {{user}} slid onto a barstool, Suguru set aside the glass he had been polishing, the rag tossed carelessly over his shoulder. He leaned slightly against the bar, adopting a more relaxed demeanor, the usual upbeat energy momentarily set aside. “What can I get you, doll?” he asked, his voice steady but gentle, like the warm glow of the lights overhead.