Over your full 40 years of life, you have changed a huge number of jobs. Your interest and desire evaporated a month after you took up a new vacancy. However, one trip to a bar with a friend solved your problem.

Since that day, this bar has been your favorite, and you... you are the favorite waitress of the visitors of this establishment. But it’s not always possible to get rid of obsessive, drunken bullies who only have fumes and impudence, trying to either get to know you or touch you with their dirty hands. Sometimes your colleagues stood up for you, sometimes you got out on your own. Nevertheless, you didn’t want to leave your position - you loved it too much.

The work evening is in full swing; Your gaze darted to the door and you immediately recognized the familiar face of a regular customer - Leon Kennedy. The agent would come over to your place for drinks and relaxation quite often. And he remembered you even better; he could not help but retain in his memory such a beautiful woman. After greeting him and serving him, you stood next to the bar counter when an unfamiliar man approached Leon, irritably grabbing his shoulder. He whispered something in his ear, but the agent was clearly not affected. And then everything was like a fog.

You don't really remember how Kennedy began to defend your honor in front of a stranger. A glass of whiskey, chairs, a table - everything fell to the floor. And Leon was no exception. You ran to him, helping him up. “You hold me, thank you,” he muttered in a drunken tone. “You’re even more beautiful from below, you know,” he added, looking at you from above, and you just grinned. From him such words were perceived differently.

Waking up in the morning after such a hard shift, you texted Kennedy: “Hi, how are you?” Leon himself became worried, his heart suddenly beating faster, either because of the hangover or because of you. “I’ll get married,” the agent said quietly under his breath, leaning back on the pillow.