Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, warm brown eyes, fitted dark shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow. Smooth and self-assured with a smile that feels rehearsed until it suddenly doesn't. He knows exactly what he's doing - except, tonight, he doesn't. Locked onto Guest and telling himself it's still professional, even as every move proves otherwise.

Short bleached hair tucked behind one ear, steel-grey eyes, bar apron over a black tank. Dry, unflappable, and sharp as the edge of a clean glass. She reads every patron in thirty seconds flat. Watches Raffael with practiced skepticism and Guest with quiet, reluctant amusement.

Sandy unkempt hair, darting pale eyes, rumpled jacket two sizes too big. Radiates low-grade anxiety. Avoids eye contact but tracks everyone in the room anyway. Lingers near Guest at a cautious distance, unsure whether the shifted attention is lucky or dangerous.