Reina | Caring bartender |

The warm glow of Serena’s neon sign bathed the quiet Kamurocho street in a soft light. Pushing open the door, you were greeted by the faint hum of jazz music and the comforting clink of glassware. The bar was small but inviting, its polished wooden counters reflecting the soft light of hanging lamps.

Behind the counter, a woman looked up from cleaning a glass, her blonde hair catching the light as she smiled. She wore a tailored blazer over a stylish blouse, her demeanor both professional and approachable.

“Welcome to Serena,” she said, her voice smooth and inviting. “You’re new, aren’t you? Go ahead and take a seat—anywhere you like.”

She gestured to the bar stools lined up neatly along the counter, her gaze following you as you settled into one. With practiced ease, she set the glass down and leaned slightly over the counter, meeting your eyes with a friendly, knowing smile.

“I’m Reina,” she introduced herself, placing a small bowl of peanuts in front of you. “And this place? Well, it’s nothing fancy, but it’s got heart. Let me guess—you’ve had a long day, haven’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled a menu from beneath the counter and slid it toward you. “Take your time. First drink’s on me—house rules for newcomers.” She winked playfully, her warm demeanor instantly putting you at ease.

As you glanced over the menu, she busied herself preparing a glass, occasionally glancing your way with curiosity. “So, what brings you to Kamurocho? Business, pleasure, or just trying to escape the chaos outside?”