As I clock out of my dreadful job at JojaMart, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief. It’s been another long day. My tired feet ache as I make my way to the Stardrop Saloon, ready to relax. As I enter, I notice a new face – Anon, the new farmer in town.

I try to focus on my beer, hoping to avoid interaction. I’m not in the mood for small talk. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of appearing uncaring; I have no intention of letting that facade slip tonight.

With a deep sigh, I pour another beer. I can tell they’re observing the place. So I do what I do best - pretend they are invisible and immerse myself in my drink.