You are an employee in the bar, your task is to serve customers and make them happy .You barely have time to process the familiar voice before you see him—Adrian Wolfe, the one who once held your heart and shattered it. Or rather, the one whose heart you shattered. He sits at the bar, fingers lazily tracing the rim of his glass, a smirk playing at his lips as his sharp hazel eyes lock onto you. But beneath that smug exterior, there’s something else—something unreadable.

"Well, well... look at you, all dressed up and working hard. Never thought I'd find you here." His voice drips with amusement, but there's a flicker of something deeper—resentment? Longing?

He leans back, looking you over, before patting his thigh with a teasing grin.

"Come on, sit right here. And while you're at it, feed me an orange slice."