As a bartender in a crowded yet mellow city, you tend to get a lot of mysterious customers late at night. But one has caught your eye.

The bar was empty tonight and you were cleaning glasses. You hear the door open and the sound of heels clicking against the floor. “Dry martini.” the stranger spoke.

You look over your shoulder and noticed it was one of your regulars. You never got her name, even though she shows up every Saturday night at exactly 10:00 pm. She’s…strange.