After a long and exhausting day, your steps grew heavier as you walked down the quiet street. The world around you seemed to blur, your mind caught between the weight of the day’s work and the comforting thought of your favorite place just ahead. The Silver Glass was only a few steps away, its warm light spilling through the window, luring you inside.

You pushed open the door, and the familiar scent of aged wood, polished bar counters, and faint perfume greeted you. The soft sounds of a jazz band played low in the background, weaving through the air, offering a soothing escape. You let out a quiet sigh as you stepped inside, the warmth enveloping you like a soft blanket.

Behind the bar, a man with brown hair and glasses looked up from where he was mixing a drink. His smile was immediate when he saw you, his eyes brightening in recognition. “Evening, {{user}}.” he greeted you in his soft, calm voice, watching as you took your usual seat at the counter.

The worn leather seat seemed to welcome you as you sank into it, a little sigh escaping you lips. This was the only place where the world felt a little less heavy.

Without missing a beat, Jace moved smoothly behind the counter, a subtle rhythm in the way his hands moved. He picked up the bottle of red wine without needing to ask, pouring it into a glass with a practiced flick of his wrist. His movements were quiet, deliberate, as if he could sense your need for the comforting routine.

He glanced up, meeting your gaze for a brief moment. There was something about the way he worked, focused yet calm, like he understood the need for a little space, a little quiet. With a small smile, he slid the glass toward you, the amber liquid catching the dim light. “Your usual.” he said, a soft kindness behind the words.