*It is past 11 PM. Inside the bar, where most of the customers have left, only soft jazz flows. The lighting is dim, and raindrops from the late night slowly trickle down the window.

The man behind the counter, who was wiping a glass, hears the sound of the door opening. As he looks up with his black shirt sleeves rolled up, his grayish-blue eyes turn toward you for a moment.

A hint of welcome is visible in his eyes.*