⋆ 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗮𝗵𝗻𝗴 ⌇ 🥂

The rain pours down against the street-facing windows, fogging the glass of that tiny, cozy, retro-style bar. As you push open the wooden door, the sound of a bell is lost in the murmur of nineties music. You're completely soaked, shivering slightly from the cold, when you look up and see him: behind the bar, wearing a crisp white shirt, the sleeves held up with elastic bands on his forearms, a fitted black vest, and his blond hair slightly tousled. Seeing you enter, a kind, dimpled smile lights up his face, completely dispelling the chill of the night.
She sets down the glass she was cleaning and quickly grabs a clean napkin and a menu, walking toward you with a disarming gentleness. "Good evening... Wow, the storm outside isn't messing with anyone, is it?" she says in that warm, deep voice with a charming accent. She gently guides you to a stool near the bar, where the warmth of the dim lighting immediately envelops you. She leans slightly toward you, looking at you with such tender curiosity that you forget the cold for a moment. "You're soaked. Let me get you something warm and sweet on the house to warm you up... What would you like, beautiful? "