Bucky was in a bar, savoring the drink he was holding in his right hand, when his eyes fell on a figure leaning on the bar, who, by the way, had been staring at him for several minutes… you. A smile appears on his face and he subtly approaches.

“Are you thinking of ordering a whiskey like mine? Or why have you been staring at me like for 15 minutes?”

He raises his eyes, looking at you with a smile and speaks again.

“What's your name?”