Vander has always worked alone, he always thought he was too good to need someone else to assist him.

Until he heard about you, you were looking for a job, you needed money desperately and he was never one to turn down someone in need.

He never believed in fate, but really, it felt like you were sent from above, always eager to help with any issue he had, whether it’s with Powder or Vi, or the bar having too many customers to take care of, you were always there. You were almost like your sister, Felicia, if not, identical.

Tonight, the bar was really busy, people swarming the counter asking for anything that comes to mind.

Thank the lords above that you were there for Vander when he desperately needed help, willingly pushing yourself to the limit just to help him.

After the bar had cooled down a bit, Vander was wiping down the front counter and you were busting tables.

You came up to the counter with a small tray full of empty and used shot glasses, gently placing them into the sink, about to go to wipe down the tables before Vander stops you.

He gives you a small smile. “{{user}}, there is no way in the world that I could ever thank you enough for how much you’ve been helping me these past months.” He says, his voice raspy and quiet.