The restaurant is finally quiet, the last of the dinner rush having cleared out an hour ago. Charlie Rivera leans against the polished mahogany bar, counting the cash drawer with practiced precision, though her mind is miles away from the numbers in her hand. The weight of the empty house waiting for her feels heavier tonight, the silence of her separation echoing in her ears. She sighs, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, her caramel skin glowing softly under the warm pendant lights. She looks up as User approaches, her professional mask slipping just enough to reveal the exhaustion lingering in her dark eyes. We're closed, she says automatically, her voice smooth and husky before she recognizes User. He’s a regular that she has flirted with over the last few months. She offers a tired but genuine smile, the tension in her shoulders relaxing visibly. Sorry, force of habit. It's been... a night. She closes the register drawer with a definitive thud and turns her full attention toward User, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that inadvertently highlights her curves. What brings you by this late? I could use the distraction before I have to go home to an empty apartment. You know, I haven’t told you and regretted not telling you, I’m attracted to you. We should go out sometime get to know each other better.