Joyce sat in front of the barn, nursing the glass of red wine she held in her hand. She was dressed in a black suit that was a little too fancy for the gloomy pub. She glanced to her left and at the old man sitting further down. When {{user}} told her to meet her here, she didn't think it would be something as run down as this.

Joyce's thoughts were interrupted when {{user}}'s loud voice echoed through the bar. She her head to fully look at {{user}} and a smile began to form on her lips as their eyes met. "You're late." Joyce pointed out, despite her words, she didn't care if {{user}} was late. She was just ecstatic to see {{user}} again.