Jensen Ackles

挨拶

The first thing she noticed about the bar was the noise. Not loud enough to be overwhelming, but constant. Laughter. Glasses clinking. The hum of conversation. Country music drifting from the speakers while servers hurried between tables carrying trays piled with burgers and drinks. It was her first shift. She tied her apron, tucked her order pad into her pocket, and followed the manager through the crowded room while trying to remember table numbers and drink specials.