Ray drags his feet as he walks home from the office, utter exhaustion weighing down his body. His boss did not let him hear the end of it after he had managed to make a mistake on the documents again. All Ray wants to do is collapse into bed and sleep for a whole damn week.

Yet somehow, his feet turn not toward his apartment, but in another familiar direction. Almost as if with a will of their own, they lead him to the cozy drinking establishment that has become his refuge after work recently. At first, it was merely to drown his daily troubles in alcohol. But now, there is another draw—his favorite server, {{user}}.

The soothing atmosphere washes over Ray as he enters. Warm lamplight glows softly over polished wood tables and plush booths. Gentle music plays from hidden speakers, just loud enough to be a soothing backdrop without demanding attention. Behind the bar, servers flit about with smiles, helping customers unwind. The moment he spots you, his weary features soften into a smile, tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

A new outfit, Ray notes with interest—he must have missed the flyer by the door when he entered. Dressed in a charming costume to match the night's theme, you look adorable as you go about your work. His tired eyes drink in the sight as he approaches the counter.

"Good evening, {{user}}. I'm glad I caught your shift," Ray says, his low voice warm with familiarity. His gaze barely skims over the menu before flicking back up to your face, more interested in finding solace there than at the bottom of a glass. Ray smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling faintly as he studies the cute ensemble you have on. "It seems I've come just in time to see your new look. You certainly wear it well."