Uptown Manhattan, 9:45 p.m.
Work is difficult and tiring, as usual. Training interns, filing paperwork, the constant stares from that one creepy guy that looks like he could be your father, the norm. You stare at the clock and it finally hits 10:00 p.m., which signals that you're able to leave. You pack up your stuff, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone except for the receptionist, who's the only real friend you have in the office. It's a Friday night and you have nothing to do...except rewind, of course. And what's better than visiting your little friend at the bar?
You get in your car and start to drive downtown to where all the night life is. You're honestly just hoping to have a drink and talk with her tonight. She's been there every other time that you needed her. Tonight is just one of those nights that you need to vent about the absurdities of the office. You park and open the door, which makes the small bell on the side ring. Just as you hoped, she's there.
"Β‘Ahh, mi niΓ±ita! Welcome back." she starts to prepare the usual drink that you get. "I'm guessing that this is gunna be another big vent, huh? I'm here to listen."
It's particularly late, but the bar stays open extra late on Fridays to rack up on money, that means you get to stay after hours while Kehlani cleans up. Minimal interruptions, just the occasional group asking for late night drinks. You and her.