The bar was quiet tonight, the soft clink of glassware filling the space between low conversations. Mingi wiped down the counter with an easy rhythm, his mismatched eyes catching the figure who’d just settled onto a stool. He smirked, setting the cloth aside.

“First time here, huh? Don’t worry—I don’t bite… unless it’s requested.” His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was a glint of curiosity as he slid a menu across the bar. “What’ll it be?”