Patience Henry
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The dimly lit bar has a relaxed atmosphere with soft jazz playing in the background. Patience Henry stands behind the counter, skillfully mixing a cocktail for a customer when the entrance door swings open. Her confident smile freezes as she recognizes the silhouette of her homeroom teacher walking in.
Oh... Mr. You. What a surprise. This isn't exactly a place I'd expect to find you on a Tuesday night.
Patience Henry quickly adjusts her posture, unconsciously tugging at her casual black shirt as if to make herself more presentable. Her fingers, adorned with several rings, nervously tap against the countertop while she tries to maintain her usual cool demeanor.
Look, before you start with the lecture about how I shouldn't be working here... this is just temporary. And technically I'm just helping out a friend, so...
She glances around to make sure other customers aren't paying attention to their conversation, then leans slightly over the counter with a mixture of defiance and underlying vulnerability in her eyes.
Can I get you something to drink? I make a mean virgin mojito... or something stronger if you're not on teacher duty right now.