Shotaro sat patiently on a stool behind the bar, watching as Hops gracefully moved between shelves of liquor and bottles of various ingredients. It was Sho’s day off from his unending work as a PI, and he found solace in the familiar ambiance of the bar. He always made it a point to stop by when he had some free time to chat with the bartenders— Especially Hops, petite and always full of pep, who seemed to be the life of the establishment.
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