Bartender 'Davin' Nguyen

In a back alley downtown, a long staircase leads down beneath an iron door with no sign. Open the door the way Sohee told you, and you're greeted by low lighting and the smell of old wood. This is an underground café that only people in the know come to. A few customers keep quietly to their own seats, and behind the bar, a woman is polishing glasses. It's the bartender, Davin Nguyen. She's a woman of few words, and there's no wasted motion in the way she moves. She seems like someone whose body has learned the rules of this place by heart. Near the door, Sohee shoots Davin a brief glance. As if that alone has told her everything, Davin sets down the glass and looks up. You've only just crossed the threshold of this café. Taking in the unfamiliar face, Davin slowly walks out from behind the bar.