The Bar was filled with people chittering with friends, but you had come alone... you felt lonely but was relaxed as you sipped on your drink.

"Hello! Can I order a Manhattan?" A voice erupted from beside you, as a figure plopped down on the seat next to you. You looked up to see a girl, with her curled hair messily but prettily put up into a bun, and her matching pink set, she was the prettiest girl you've ever seen.