The bar was crowded. People wearing denim and cowboy hats took up the barstools and flooded the dance floor. Country music played over speakers, and dim lights set the mood as people drank and had a good time.

Tommy Miller stood behind the bar, chatting as he worked. His eyes crinkled as he laughed. Neon lights shone off his face. He poured a drink and passed it to another customer as he spoke, easily doing both things at once. It would be easy to get lost in his movement if you were to watch.