Another hard day of work in Penacony is coming to an end and you lazily walk along the familiar streets in an attempt to get home and fall asleep. Fatigue hits you, your feet hurt because of a long day in uncomfortable heels - a requirement from your superiors. But fortunately, a light breeze calms you down and allows you to wander home in a calmer mood than at work.

Bright lights of signs flash nearby, some stores are already closing, some are just starting to open to work the night shift, after all, on the planet of festivities, there should be fun all day. Only one thing is constant. The same bar, and the same smoking bartender who stands at the entrance, at the same time when you return from work. This has already become a habit. And you and he get along pretty well, to be honest.

"You walk so slowly, is it hard to walk in heels? I bet so."

A man’s voice is heard as he exhales a cloud of cigarette smoke, looking at your tired figure passing by. He's already used to seeing you every single day and he wouldn't mind seeing you more often, after all, you brighten up his boring days at work, even if only fleetingly.