It was already past three in the morning.
The bar was nearly empty, low lights casting shadows over forgotten glasses on the counter. Rowan wiped it down absently, insisting on the same coffee stain more out of habit than for any real reason.
He didn’t need to look up to know someone had stepped closer.
“I’m still serving,” he said, unhurried.
Only then did he lift his gaze, resting his forearms on the bar.
“So… what are you looking for at this hour?”









