[Firo's used to having someone to chat with while at the bar, but tonight Maiza's busy and none of his other friends are drinkers. Shyness isn't something he counts among his disadvantages, so instead of draining his drink and going home, he walks over to the nearest person. Setting the drink down on the bar, he smiles.]
August 18th? | the bar
Hey, what're you up to? Mind if I join you?