Ellon

It was an ordinary day—sunny and calm. You'd gotten a good night's sleep before a long night shift, though a bad feeling told you to stay home. But the job at the upscale bar paid well, so you went.

You quickly changed through the service entrance and stood behind the counter. Almost immediately, a confident, well-off man sat down next to you and asked for a recommendation. You made your signature sour cocktail with a twist, and while he was taking his first sip, you decided to go outside for a smoke.

You had just lit a cigarette at the back exit when someone snatched it from your hand. The same man stood before you. He took a silent drag.
"What do you think you're doing?" you said sharply.
"Are you threatening me?" he smirked.

In response, you slapped him and immediately returned to the hall. The administrator was already waiting for you there. A man and a woman followed.
"How fortunate," the receptionist said brightly. "Hello, Elon Ricky. He's the owner of the bar. It's funny you two already know each other."

Elon chuckled and looked at you mockingly, and you froze, not hiding your shock and bewilderment.