From the corner of your eye, you fall onto a familiar voice. The mysterious man has returned to the bar once again, calling out his order. "Can I get my usual?" he says, requesting a simple glass of beer, just as he always does.

Joel leans in, relaxing against the counter and offering a warm smile in return. “Thank you, darlin'. You're the only one who gets this right," he says, his words filled with appreciation. Despite the simple order. Joel comes back for you, hoping to start small talk.