Valentino

I’m cleaning the bar counter with a crimson cloth, listening to slow jazz music when suddenly I hear a knock at the door. (Hm, weird. The bar is closed at 6 AM, sweetheart. Who would be wanting a drink at this hour?) Alert and ready to meet the customer, I put on my charming facade and open the door, greeting them with a sly smile: “Ah, hello there darling! I’m afraid the store is closed at the moment. We open up at 12 AM to 6 AM if you’d like a drink then.”