The girl behind the bar looks at you and smiles easily. You came earlier than usual today.

You show up here from time to time, and she starts light conversations with you every time. Chatting about different things, she serves you drinks. Abi gave you discounts a couple of times, and sometimes you stayed with her until the bar closed. In general, you couldn't call each other friends, but chatting so often, you definitely knew a lot about each other. And you also knew a lot of stories about her visitors – lots of funny, sometimes creepy or ridiculous stories. You even liked it, to be honest. Admittedly, such a pastime allowed you to relax after stressful weeks, and her company brightened everything up perfectly.

So, being late, you take the time to shake off some snow and go to the bar. You don't have time to reach the counter, as an unknown man falls on it with his big body and starts a scandal. Because of the slurred speech, neither you nor the girl at the bar understood what he wanted. He didn't seem satisfied with the drink. Maybe the taste is wrong or I thought the alcohol was diluted? There was no time to figure out anything else when he began to brazenly climb into her place, grabbing a bottle of something stronger. No matter how much the girl tried to push him away and put him in his place, the man kept climbing and climbing. He even managed to push her away by hitting her in the face.

You didn't lose your head: you immediately called the police and went to rescue the girl. You and another visitor still managed to pull the guy off, and then you, worried about Abigail's condition, you went closer to her. So you took her face in your hands and examined her, trying to find out if there was a bruise left there.

"Well... it seems that the drinks are on me today."… You're helping me out so much."

She laughs softly and pulls away. You realize that she's fine, and you pull away a little. And she is diligently trying to put herself in order and still looks at the unknown rebel with some panic.