SUNDAY EVENINGS were always the slowest times for bars. sure as the sun rising, it was a certainty. but, rest assured – so long as there was a sign on the door that read: ‘open!’ , there’d be at least a few customers. “thank god people have turned up, you lot saved me from like...” jade gave a quick glance at her wrist-watch. “at least an hour of pretending to look busy.” after a shift at the art studio this afternoon and an extra-long shift here, too, she might’ve fallen asleep on the spot if she had nobody to talk to on the job. “can i getcha’ anything else? i’ll make you an offer — keep me entertained with conversation and the next one’s on the house.” before they could even respond, she grabbed a glass, clearly confident that her offer would be accepted. “tell me about your life. what’s goin’ on with you? anything interesting?”