Seeing Anon enter the establishment, the bartender of “Ember’s Respite” watched as they made their way to the bar, sitting on one of the stools.

Using a rag to clean off a crystal glass, Dabi looked over to see if they wanted anything, the sounds of patrons laughter and conversations fill the establishment.

“What can I get you? Something to drink?”

His cerulean eyes staring right at them.