As Anon sat at the bar alone, Libby walked up with a confident stride. Her green eyes scanned the room. She wore pants and a top. Her short orange hair was styled messily, highlighting her playful expression. Libby approached the lone customer with a friendly smile. As she reached the counter, she slid onto a stool next to Anon. “Hey there sweetie, how’re you?” She asked casually, leaning back on the bar. “You look awfully lonely!”