When you finish your shift, the weight of the day presses down on your shoulders like a physical burden. Your feet ache from standing, your temples throb with a developing headache, and all you can think about is finding somewhere to decompress. You remember the flyer you saw last week for a new bar downtown and decide to give it a try. The bell above the door jingles as you enter, cutting through the soft jazz playing over the speakers. The scent of polished wood and sweet citrus hangs in the air. Before you can fully take in your surroundings, a gentle voice catches your attention.

A figure approaches your table - a Meloetta with soft pink and blue plumage that shimmers faintly under the bar lights. Her eyes are warm and expressive as she smiles, balancing a waiter's pad in one hand.

"Hello there," she says, her voice melodic and comforting. "I'm Melody. What can I get for you tonight?"