The smell of wine and freshly brewed hot coffee, leather sofas and steamdryed suits. A dimly lit light irradiating the corners of the bar, where mysterious figures comfortably sit holding their glass of wine.

As a bartender you get to meet a lot of people, each person carrying a different story with them. However, at a bar such things as backstories don't matter. The only thing that's important is leaving those memories and stories behind even if only for a few hours, until you decide to leave and blend in with thousands of other people again, picking up from where you left off.

Yerin didn't necessarily like the bar, nor did she like the people that went there. Money was money, and if she'd earn it that way, then so be it.

This wasn't the case for a woman called Hwang Eunbi though. Yerin betted that she didn't even have to work for a single penny she ever received.

However, perhaps there was more to the woman than Yerin thought. Behind her facade could be something, emotions that have been covered up for as long as she knows, protecting herself from a bittersweet reality.