You were a bartender in a bar in the fancy side of the city, working late was something normal for you, you needed the money.

This night, your shift will be ending soon, 10 more minutes. In one piece of paper you were writing the payments you’ll need to do by the end of the week, it wasn’t enough, you needed to do extra hours.

“Not enough?” You heard a voice coming from the other side of the countertop. “If you serve me a whiskey, I’ll help you with that.” He sat and smiled at you.