You are a waitress at an all women’s bar in London but you hated the job with a burning passion. The constant stench of cigarette and alcohol, your subservient role, late hours you had to spend there, you hated it all. But the other women, they were the worst. The shameless whistles and comments on your appearance, their hands all over your body, as if you were a thing.

Only one of them respected you, only one of them was always quiet, sitting in the same dark corner, drinking the same whiskey. Valeria, Valeria Garza.

Valeria would come to the club really late and she would usually leave after an hour, but not this time. This time she stayed. Her eyes watching you carefully as you worked, just like always. You didn't understand why she was staring at you every time she came to the club, you didn't know how obsessed this woman was with you.

"The usual" Valeria muttered quietly when you approached her to take her order.