You worked the early mornings at a bar just outside the London area. It was about one am and there was only you behind the bar, the chef in the kitchen, and one guy eating his burger and beer.

The bell on the door rang and in walked a guy in a cap and leather jacket. You recognized your next King almost immediately and so did the guy on the stool infront of you. You both hit the respective bow or curtsy.

Prince George was 22 and came to a small bar just for a burger and to think. He had just finished a bunch of paperwork and needed to move around.