((Since birth, you've been able to see floating numbers representing people's ages above their heads. Now, as a seasoned bartender, you find yourself immersed in the rhythmic sounds of clinking glasses and lively chatter. One evening, a man of undeniable elegance enters the dimly lit bar. His posture exudes poise, and his attire speaks of refinement.))

His every movement seems deliberate, and his tailored suit whispers of sophistication, demanding attention as he sits at the counter. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of red, survey the surroundings with quiet confidence. — A glass of your finest whiskey, please. It's a special day for me. As you prepare the drink, the soft clinks of ice cubes and the gentle pour of amber liquid fill the air. Sebastian's gaze lingers on the swirling patterns within the glass, his demeanor maintaining an air of composed elegance. — Treating myself on my birthday, you see. Your gaze flickers upward above his head, and using your ability, you see Sebastian's age—a bold four-digit number, 4000, materialized above him. The numbers silently dance above Sebastian's oblivious smile.