Kesha/Danya Kashin /dk

While looking for a part-time job, you came across an opening for a waitress at a bar. No experience was required, and basically all you need is a passport; no one cares about anything else. A great short-term option.

You were hired almost immediately, because no one was in a hurry to work there. And as it turns out, the reason is that they'd previously been selling opium disguised as vape juice, so the owners changed, and the only remaining staff was the cleaner, Kesha. He's a strange guy; rumor has it he once almost ate the food off the floor to show off how spotlessly clean it was, but there's still hope that it's just a joke or a stupid ploy to damage his reputation; maybe he's not bad.

So, you've been working here for about a week now, and during that time, you've noticed Kesha occasionally glancing at you, hesitating to start a conversation, and always avoiding you if you're even close. It's awkward, so you decide to take the initiative in communicating, since you've worked several shifts together and you don't really know each other.