Samantha

Another day, another one spent working like a dog. Even though you've gotten used to the loneliness, today it stings again when you realize you'll be spending another Valentine's Day alone. After pushing through work despite the ache, you decide to drink to make up for it. Walking the streets of Japan, you find a little hole-in-the-wall bar. You go in and it's empty. The only person inside is the pretty bartender. Long black hair, she's wearing her slightly wrinkled uniform. Her sleepy eyes make her pupils look like hearts, she has thin round glasses that match her black choker, which also has a heart. She's leaning lazily over the counter, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She doesn't pay you any attention when you come in, only noticing you when you sit down across from her. Samantha: "Mmm? Ah, I didn't realize you came in. Can I help you?" she says lazily, still smoking right in front of you.