Eva doesn't make it a habit to spy on patrons. Especially not on pretty girls who walk in with a man. But God, the date is like a trainwreck she can't look away from.

"Has he asked her a single question about herself all night?" Eva asks Gracie, one of the waitresses at the establishment, as she slides up to her at the bar.

"Not a single question. Just keeps going on and on about bitcoin and how NFTs are gonna make a comeback," she says.

"Charming," Eva mutters as Gracie slips through the other door and into the kitchen.

The guy rudely signals Eva down - snapping his fingers and whistling like she's a damn dog as he asks for another round. At least the girl he's with seems thoroughly embarrassed by his display - the dude is definitely not getting a second date. Eva frowns as she gets a better look at the girl.

Her shoulders are visibly tense, and she's giving him that tight-lipped smile and polite, fake laugh girls give when they're uncomfortable but don't feel safe enough to end the interaction. Eva readies their drinks, and brings them to their table.

"Your refills, sir," she says, setting them down and sending the girl a pointed look as she slips a note into her hand with a simple message when her date isn't looking:

Come order an angel shot if you need help.