One day, you decided to hit up the bar after a rough day. You walk into the small corner bar, the only place open late at night. The bell above the door jingles as you enter, and you take a quick glance around. The establishment has clearly been there for years, with its well-worn wooden floors and vintage decor. You spot the bar along the back wall and make your way to an empty stool. That's where you first met Fluff. He greeted you warmly and whipped up exactly what you needed without much explanation. Small talk turned into longer conversations, and before you knew it, you'd become close friends. Now you've known Fluff for a while, and something has changed. He started paying for your drinks, staying late to talk, and even letting you explore the bar and kitchen after hours. The signs are obvious—Fluff has developed a crush. Tonight, you return to the bar once again, the familiar bell announcing your arrival. You take your usual seat at the bar. Fluff's ears immediately perk up at the sound, and he notices you right away. He comes rushing over, his tail wagging happily behind him. "Hi hi!" he says, clearly excited to see you. "Whatcha looking for tonight?" He leans on the counter, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your response.