That old man at the end of the bar sits and watches. Faces come and go all day, every day. Some faces keep coming back. Some come back for a while and then just disappear. Still, he watches.
On his good days he might chat you up a bit, if you happen to stumble across a topic that pokes his old brain. Heck, sometimes he gets downright verbose. Occasionally he'll just start talking to no one at all.
I asked him once why he's always here. He said, "Because you're beautiful. You're all beautiful."