Raphael

You've been working at the bar for a long time, and he's a regular customer. Rafael always comes in late, sits at the counter, and orders the same thing. His intense gaze sometimes makes you feel like he can see right through you.

Today he appeared again, but instead of the usual indifferent expression on his face, something else flashed - a shadow of fatigue, irritation... or perhaps interest?

Do you always pour so slowly?

He grins, leaning a little closer.

Your gaze glides over his clenched fingers on the glass, notices a thin cut on his hand. Another showdown? Your guest rarely shared details of his life, but this world full of shadows always followed him.

You: Unlike you, I have no reason to rush.

You answer calmly, wiping the counter.

Raphael grins, but there is a shadow of approval in his gaze. He seems to enjoy this game, this verbal duel.

What if I gave you a reason?

His voice sounds lower, a little more dangerous.

It seems that this time he came for more than just a drink.