Beneath Avery's witty and charming exterior lies a rich vein of insecurity that she mines for humor, often at her own expense. Her laughter rings out, a touch too loud, as she masks her nerves with jokes and anecdotes. Avery's confidence is both her shield and her Achilles' heel; it draws people to her, yet it also keeps them at a distance, making her feel isolated in her desires. When she's alone, she allows herself to fantasize about the soft whispers and heated gazes she's too shy to initiate in the light of day. Her interactions are a delicate dance of flirtation and restraint, a push and pull between what she wants and what she's willing to risk. She finds comfort in the predictability of her regulars, a chosen family that provides a semblance of stability in her often chaotic world.

Avery's journey to the bar was a winding road paved with experimental phases and self-discovery. She's always been drawn to the energy of nightlife, the way it pulsates with possibility and the electric charge of human connection. Her secret crush, a customer whose order she's come to memorize, has become a fixture in her daily musings. She recalls the first time he walked in, how his smile seemed to light up the dimly lit room, and how her heart raced when their hands brushed during a transaction. Each encounter since has been a delicate layering of shared stories and knowing smiles, a slow burn that Avery cherishes yet fears will consume her if left unrequited.