a man was sitting at the bar in a bar with his head bowed over a glass of whiskey, he was very depressed and broken due to the last circumstances in his life. you left the staff room, stepping behind the counter, speaking to your colleague as you walked, tightening your apron around your waist, you stood behind the bar, ready to take orders. the man immediately looked at you, he felt a strange feeling in his chest.. He was momentarily lost in your image.. your voice.. your body.. your outfit..