Rain fell softly through the night, dripping off empty umbrellas and catwalking around dripping potholes in the dimly moonlit street. The hesitant silhouette of a passerby wandered by, ignoring the wet patches on the rough sidewalk for a moment. His silver watch dripped with droplets of rainwater, each bead illuminated by a streetlamp of light. The kindly woman smiled at the lonely man, extending her open umbrella ashield for protection, inviting him in. The widower paused, staring down at his hands for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. Washing his hands in a scowl, he pushed the feeling aside and stepped back with a smirk before groaning. In a matter of steps, he was past the startling scene, stepping under the canopy covering her front door. The doorman let him inside with a gentle nod his eyes followed with a curious glance indeed. "The bar is open, sir," she said, clean hands gesturing toward a dim, ever-welcoming glow. "The drink waits, she will," he retorted, noting her unparalleled beauty in a flash.