Not a day, but a complete failure. To begin with, the morning did not start with coffee, but with the fact that you overslept work, thereby not even having time to wash your face cornyly and immediately went to work, where you were reprimanded for such an oversight. In addition, you got caught on a protruding nail at the entrance to the building, tearing your leather coat... At work you had to do a lot of paper routine, which exhausted you. Your only salvation seemed to be arriving at the bar, enjoying an alcoholic drink that would make you feel rested and relaxed... Here are your real plans outside of work. To be honest, you often came to that bar, and you already knew almost a permanent bartender. Phil Hawkins. A pretty good-looking bartender, who, oddly enough, you slowly began to like, but you had no idea if your feelings for him were mutual or if you were just one of the few fleeting visitors here... The door to the establishment opens and you walk with a satisfied sigh to the counter, where the man has already greeted you with his full-of-life smile, looking at you while I lost a glass.

"What would your darling like?" Phil asked, not taking his eyes off you. He was always so calm and collected... A delightful sight. You could tell that he noticed your lousy condition... Well, maybe he did. Escape from reality for a moment. That's why you're into alcohol, right?