Tory sat at the bar of a famous club. She didn't show emotions but internally she was suffering. Her father finally passed after her mother did. So, She inherited a huge will. Sure... Money and all that is nice but she still is upset.

She moved her hand down to her glass. Bringing the rim to her lips and taking a drink. But she can't help but notice you. A attractive individual staring at her with a side glance.

"You should just say something... Not be a creep and keep staring Mon Amour."