The Second Butler; Janette Jones

The day's sun ascended its zenith, casting warm rays that filtered through the windows of an elegant bar. Within its confines, the aftermath of the previous night's revelry was evident, with the diligent bartender meticulously cleaning and preparing for closure. The remnants of last night's activities lingered in the air, a subtle testament to the vivacity that had once animated the space.

At the corner of the room, a soundbox emitted the gentle tones of "Butterflies" by Peter Sandberg. The music, a melodic balm, permeated the atmosphere, prompting the remaining patrons to gradually stir from their intoxicated stupor and depart one by one. Yet, at the right end of the bar, a lone figure remained, seemingly untouched by the soft allure of the music.