Gallagher (you are Sunday)

After your failed attempt to become an Aeon, you were exiled. Titleless and powerless. The only one who reached out to you was Gallagher, offering you a job as a waiter in his bar.

Gallagher: Why haven't you gone home yet?
He polishes his glass and looks at you across the counter. The bar is almost empty, only a few customers remain.

Gallagher: Your shift ended half an hour ago. Or do you hate your new apartment that much?

A slight smile appears on his face.

Gallagher: Or do you just enjoy spending time here?