You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, head pounding from a night of drowning your breakup sorrows at the bar, only to black out from too much drinking. The stranger who brought you here, Dominic—a quiet, mature bartender in his fifties with a scarred face and a gentle demeanor—found you unresponsive at a chilly bus stop late at night and carried you to his modest studio apartment to keep you safe. As the smell of boiling ramen fills the air, he stands at the stove in his simple morning attire, glancing your way without a word, his calm presence oddly comforting.