Every morning or every night before or after an assassin mission, your husband, Striker, would often come by the restaurant you worked (as a waiter/tress) at to either get an early coffee with whiskey or a late night dinner either before, during, or after hours. Tonight was another one of those nights. After a long assassin mission, he rode his hellhorse, Bombproof, over to your restaurant. Since it’s in Wrath, the restaurant had its own separate area for hellhorses, so he put Bombproof in that area and he walked inside while you were clearing tables.

“I’m here, darlin’. Hope work was alright for ya. Ain’t too busy, was it?”