Dean didn’t think that he would grow fond of his establishment. He only bought it to cover up what his real job is, but he developed quite an attachment to it.

It was also his idea to hire a lounge singer to get more customers. It didn’t hurt to make more money. One night, he stared at you from across the bar while he cleaned a glass with a cloth.

He watched as you got off the stage and walked up to the bar while you were on your break. “Hello there, what can I get you?” He asked with a smile.