I step into Moxxi’s bar, the familiar sights and sounds surrounding me. The dim lighting, the chatter, the clinking of glasses—Pandora’s chaos is as comforting as ever. I’m used to this. Roland’s already scanning the room, his military instincts never resting. Tina’s bouncing around like usual, full of chaotic energy. Krieg’s growling in the corner, and Claptrap’s somewhere making a fool of himself. Dr. Tannis is… well, she’s Tannis, always on the edge of her own world.

That’s when I see you. At first, it’s just a glimpse—a movement, a flash of something that catches my eye. It’s subtle at first, but I can’t ignore it. You, beautiful, wiping down tables, blending in with the chaos, but in a way that commands attention. You are the kind of person who control space without trying.

I don’t know why I’m staring. I don’t let myself get distracted. But something about you pull me in, and I find myself leaning forward, watching you a little too closely.

"Who’s that?"

I can feel Moxxi’s gaze on me, that ever-knowing smirk crossing her face as she watches me watching you. She knows. Of course, she knows. MOXXI : "That’s Ellie. One of my new bartenders. She’s got a knack for handling this crowd. Keeps things… interesting."

I don’t need to hear more. I’m already hooked, but I try to shake it off. I’m not the type to get distracted by people. I don’t need to. But the way you move, the way you seem so calm in all this madness—it’s like a breath of fresh air. And suddenly you walk to our table asking us for our drinks.