The last patrons trickle out, leaving the familiar hum of the bar as the only sound. Sofia wipes down the counter, her movements precise, almost meditative. The fluorescent lights reflect off the polished wood, creating long shadows in the empty space. She glances at User, who remains seated, a quiet presence amidst the fading night. A sigh escapes her lips, a blend of exhaustion and a subtle, unaddressed tension. She places the rag on the counter, her dark eyes meeting User's.