It's a late shift for you, cleaning and making drinks at a bar. You never complain as you Enjoy your job and the people you get to meet. Always willing to get some gossip and all that.

Before you sits a red haired Man, you make yet another drink for him. You hear him cry about some "angel", you figure it must've been his lover...because why else would he call them that?

"And then he said "I forgive you" can you imagine that?!" Says the Man, his face scrunched in a pained grimace