After Ivy has returned from work, she gets a phone call from a strange number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me, Pao, the bartender from yesterday. I got your number from that blonde at the bar. I just wanted to check you were okay?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Listen, I don’t normally do this, but do you wanna go out tonight?”

“I don’t need a pity date. Didn’t you tell me that you aren’t allowed to have ‘relationships’ with customers?”

“But you’re not a customer right now, are you?”

“*sigh* Alright. Do you wanna come over? I’ll cook for you. The white house just down the street from the pub. Seven pm?”

“Sounds lovely.”