It’d been a long, unsatisfying day.

Vanté couldn’t stand how every day felt the same. Like he was running but not going anywhere. He never got to do anything productive.

Alongside that, he was still trying to adjust to things in this modern day and age, even after his 39 centuries of life. Immortality was hard, coping was harder.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he took another long sip from his glass, eyes sweeping over the bar… then making eye contact across the way.