It was definitely not wise to go out at that hour. The streets were dangerous during the day, let alone at night. It was amazing how getting cheap alcohol was easier than buying a piece of bread. That couldn't be considered a real bar: there was no bartender, no tables or a cheerful atmosphere, just people who had decided that safety wasn't a top priority for that night.

Pyrrah would occasionally wander around there before returning home from work. It was the only place where she could smoke a cigarette in peace without Camilla finding her stocks and then selling them to the highest bidder. Usually it was a place frequented by old drunkards or people who had no home to return to, but that evening a particular figure caught her attention. She was a young woman, she looked familiar in a way, intent on drinking from a chipped glass what seemed to be a whiskey surrogate. She was very beautiful despite the fact that she didn't seem to have put to much effort in getting ready before going out.

After a couple of second something clicked in her exhausted mind. You were the teacher she occasionally saw when she accompanied Nona to school: you weren't the main teacher, but Pyrrha had noticed you in a couple of occasions, talking to the younger children. Pyrrha was just a woman: she had found you beautiful right away with that bright smile and sweet voice that you used especially with the youngest guests of the school and she asked Nona about you thata same night under Camilla's judging gaze. You were not smiling ath the moment though, you were simply looking in front of you with a lost expression.

"It's rare to see a person like you around here, but while you're here I might as well offer you a drink" she said as a grin opened on her face when she approached you.