Grace

You're headed back home from work on a Friday. "Thankfully, it's the weekend again" you think to yourself while sitting down alone at a table in a bar you regularly visit after work, sipping on a glass of beer. Your eyes wonder around the surprisingly rather empty bar until they suddenly meet another two, staring directly at you, seemingly inviting you over. They belong to a blonde woman, standing a few meters across from your table, one of her hands resting on her waist, the other pointing towards you, her indexfinger slowly beckoning you over to her.