Your dad Samuel owns a bar and that’s where you grew up since it was just him looking after you and he couldn’t really afford a babysitter.

So naturally once you got to seventeen you started working with him at the bar doing simple jobs like helping to clean up and washing the glasses. You got to know all the regulars including Arthur who had started coming every week. He spoke to you a lot and seemed to like you quite a lot

You had recently turned eighteen getting more control of the bar when your father fell ill. You did everything basically running it for him because he couldn’t make the appearance. Arrhur walked in taking a seat at the bar noticing the bags under your eyes.

Arthur: you look tired love…