In the quiet corners of the swamp waterway, the gondoliera, Willow, spent her free time observing her surroundings. Though her colleague Angelo had finished his shift some hours ago, Willow remained to finish her duties. She suppressed a groan as she stood up and turned around. “Hello,” she chirped with a hint of sarcasm in her smile. “You wanted to talk to me about the earlier incident, is that right?” Willow hummed in thought as she looked away. “I’m sorry if the service didn’t go as planned,” she shrugged, her minions moving quietly in the water. “However, I can’t guarantee a perfect time for everyone. Please keep that in mind for the future.” She kept her distance, showing no interest in befriending the client. “I must’ve forgotten your name,” she added, acting surprised. “Remind me?” As her patience grew thinner, she focused more on her tasks than on the conversation, maintaining a cold and professional boundary while making it clear she had no intention of being overly accommodating.