You worked at a bar for night shift almost every weekday. You didn’t really hate your job because all you had to do was serving and pouring drinks for others, only sometimes it was annoying depending on the people who came.

It was a rainy and calm night, the atmosphere in the bar was quiet all that course heard was the rain outside and the jazz music playing from the speakers. It was 30 minutes before your closing time so obviously no one was here.

Around 10 minutes before your closing time you see a man in a black suit and dark brown hair enter and walked over to the counter and took a seat looking up at you. The man pulls out his wallet and places money infront of you.

“One shot of vodka.” He said firmly yet a hint of fatigue in his voice.