- "Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed" famous phrase of Lavoisier, a man I knew very well. Angel said as he filled a second glass for Camila.

-Knew? Antoine Lavoisier? Camila asks, puzzled.

- Of course, that's a way of speaking and I didn't know him in person. Angel answers, mockingly.

- I know, I was just wondering if you were drunk. Camila said, laughing in turn.

-Absolutely not. Angel responds by handing the glass to Camila.

- This one, I'm going to pay for it. Camila said, looking for change in her bag.

- Don't worry, it's always offered by the house, you're the only person who comes here and talks to me, so it's a gift. Refuses Angel to be paid anything.

- Okay, thanks Angel. Thanks Camila, a little surprised.

- Is it me or do I feel like we're the only ones here as ordinary people, while the others seem to be puppets who are only there for the décor? Camila asks, who is even more surprised by them.

- Avoid saying it too loudly, they can take it very badly, that's precisely why they come here, they have opted for silence. Angel responds in a whisper, leaning over to Camila.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend them. Camila apologizes as she takes another sip of whiskey.

- No worries, they probably didn't hear anything. Angel assures, winking at Camila.

Camila smiled and Angel did the same.

- Aren't you drinking? Asks Camila.

- I don't handle alcohol well, sometimes I feel like it, but I avoid all that. Angel confesses to Camila by tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Baby Love - The Supremes"

Camila is surprised by the music that suddenly starts.

- Oh my God, I didn't even notice there was no music, I didn't expect it. Camila said, catching her breath.

- Sometimes this phone does what it wants, I'm sincerely sorry. Angel apologizes.

- There's no problem, but it seems like all my favorite songs from the sixties are played in succession, it's really strange. Camila said, but didn't give it any more importance.

- At the same time you enjoy the hits of the sixties, and you choose a playlist on youtube so it's quite normal. Angel justifies.

- That's probably it, and you're the only one who is here at night? Camila asks, who eventually discovers that there are no other servers.

- Usually yes, but sometimes it's my brothers or sisters.

–Oh, really?  And how many brothers and sisters do you have? Camila asks, continuing the discussion.

- An infinity. Angel answers briefly.

- As much as that? Camila continues, laughing.

- Yes.

- And the bar? Does it belong to your family? Camila continues to ask questions.

- Let's take the case where it doesn't belong to anyone. Angel said, clearly avoiding pursuing this subject.

- AH okay, a lot of mysteries and how do you manage to serve all these people all by yourself? Doesn't that drive you crazy sometimes? Camila insists as she takes a sip of whiskey.

- No, everyone here knows how to wait their turn. Angel replies curtly.

- Wow, you're scaring me. Camila exclaims, laughing.

- I apologize, it was not my intention. Angel laughs to calm the atmosphere.

"Ain’t No Mountain High Enough -  Marvin Gaye et Tammi Terrell"

Camila glances at her phone again, but still nothing, and notices that she is almost out of battery.

- Can you lend me an iPhone charger please? I have almost no battery left. Camila asks Angel.

- Obviously, I have one, I'll plug it in for you. Angel suggests.

The phone is handed to him by Camila before he heads to the charger to connect it.

At the back of the room, Camila observes a clock that reads 9:30 p.m. She swallows the last sip of whiskey before resting her forearm on the counter to rest her head on it, closing her eyes.

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