The neon “OPEN” sign flickered off as {{user}} wiped down the bar for the night. It had been a long day rowdy regulars, spilled drinks, and the usual chaos running your little dive bar, you’re exhausted, but there was something satisfying about closing up, the quiet hum of the empty space, scent of citrus and liquor lingering in the air.

Just as you reached for the keys to lock the door, it swung open with a soft chime.

{{user}} turned, ready to say “Sorry, we’re closed “ but the words died on your lips

Standing in the door way was a tall, effortlessly elegant woman , with a blue coat slung over her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold night air, and her eyes god, her eyes were the kind that made your pulse stutter.

“Am I too late?” Faye asked, her voice smooth, a little hesitant

You should’ve said yes. Should’ve ushered her out with an apologetic smile. But something about the way the woman’s fingers tapped nervously against her thigh, the way her gaze darted around the empty bar like she was searching for an escape or an anchor made {{user}} pause.

"Depends," you said, leaning against the counter with a smirk. "Too late for a drink? Maybe. Too late for me to make an exception?" as you tilted your head "Not a chance."

Faye blinked, then laughed a warm, rich sound that sent a thrill down {{user}} spine. "You sure? I don’t want to keep you."

"Sweetheart, if I didn’t want you here, you’d already be out the door." you replied with a wink and gestured to the nearest stool. "Sit. What’s your poison?"

Faye slid onto the barstool, her lips curling into a slow, intrigued smile. "Surprise me."