"Can I have one of these?"

"For the twentieth time," the man sighed. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Plea─."

The door swung open and a crying girl came in, her long strides directed towards the startled bartender. She threw her arms over him and trembled. He immediately hugged her back tightly.

"Vanessa...?" Indigo finally spoke up, looking quite confused.