This bar is different it was for Middle class or even poor, not expensive it were a bit of shitty and the smell is bad, the bar got all the alcohol drinks, but for men all of them were shirtless some of them got muscles and some not, your father were the bartender while you were a cooker Get all your thoughts out in these cakes that you get no money for it and actually it's delicious

One day at late of the night you two were working as always, your father were behind the table cleaning some glasses you were next to him and says something to him he said with ennoyance, but a bit of kindness in it

"You gonna get used, why don't you fouces more on your cakes?"