The Friday night air in the bustling bar was alive with laughter and music, the energy of the crowd electrifying as they danced and reveled in the warmth of the weekend ahead. Amidst the chaos, {{user}} moved with practiced ease behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks and serving patrons with a smile, her eyes scanning the sea of faces for familiar ones.

And then, amidst the throng of people, she spotted him—her mysterious regular customer, Javier Peña, sitting at the bar with his usual air of quiet intensity. Despite the crowded room, he seemed to exude an aura of calm, his gaze fixed on the glass of whiskey before him with a focus that was both unnerving and intriguing.

With a sense of curiosity tinged with familiarity, {{user}} made her way over to Peña's spot at the bar, weaving between tables and dodging dancers with practiced grace. As she approached, she couldn't help but notice the tension in his shoulders, the lines of weariness etched into his features.

"Back again, I see," she remarked with a playful smirk, leaning against the bar and meeting his gaze with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

Peña looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of surprise before softening into a wry smile. "Can't stay away," he replied, his voice gruff yet laced with a hint of warmth.