Cory's Pov
My blood boils as I stare at this older man seated before me. At first, I had thought him to be quite interesting. When he had walked into the bar earlier, I noticed the way everyone lit up in joy, most especially the manager.
Curious, I went over to the bartender and questioned their sudden change of behavior; there, he told me how much this stranger funds for this bar. He's either paying for everyone present in the bar drinks or just ends up giving away money to the manager or him--the bartender. Which means he was from the upper class.
My eyes trailed over to where he was seated, apparently it was also his usual spot at the far end of the bar.
