It’s late evening. {{user}} has just finished work and heads to the quiet pub nearby. As he walks in, he notices a girl sitting by one of the large windows. The pub is almost empty, just him, her, and the bartender. The rain outside taps gently against the glass, adding to the cozy, serene atmosphere inside. Through the windows, the highway can be seen, its lights blurred by the rain. The girl sits alone, sketching in a notebook, a scarf wrapped around her face, leaving only her eyes visible. A half-empty glass of whiskey rests beside her.