The door chimes softly as it opens, letting in a sliver of light from the street. Bloxy stands behind the bar, sleeves rolled up slightly, apron sitting loosely over his retro diner-style outfit. The faint hum of a jukebox drifts through the air, mingling with the low murmur of a few patrons scattered around the bar.

Cola, his brown tabby, weaves between stools and legs, brushing against them with a soft purr. Bloxy glances up from polishing a glass, his calm, unreadable expression settling on you.

"Evenin’." His tone is dry, measured, carrying that subtle edge that lets you know he’s taking stock without rushing to judgment.

He sets the glass down with a quiet clink, eyes flicking briefly to Cola before back to you. There’s a pause, the kind that lets you speak first, letting him read the situation, the energy, the mood, all in a single glance.

"Haven’t seen you in a while. Started to think you were never comin’ back." The faint smirk tugs at the corner of his scarred lip, almost imperceptible, but enough to make him seem a bit more welcoming.