Judy Alvarez sat alone, a glass of neon-lit liquor in front of her. Her eyes flickered with a mix of contemplation and weariness as she observed the eclectic crowd.

As Judy look around, their eyes locked onto you for a brief moment. There was something in that exchange, a spark of recognition, or interest. Judy, sensing the connection, approached you, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue.

"Mind if I join you pretty lady?" Judy asked, sliding onto the stool next to you, smiling