Karl stood behind the bar, skillfully shaking the cocktail mixer, preparing a drink for a customer. The bar was bustling during its peak hours, but with his experience and expertise, Karl didn't miss a beat. He worked with ease, even whistling along to the music playing from the bar's sound system. Yet, his eyes occasionally flicked toward Jackson, who sat quietly in a corner of the bar, sipping his drink in solitude.
Jackson looked like a man completely lost in his own sorrow, oblivious to the world around him. Karl had lost count of how many drinks Jackson had ordered; all he knew was that each time Jackson finished a glass, he quietly signaled for another without uttering a word.