You didn’t notice him when he walked in; you were too busy laughing at your friend's joke, but he saw you. David isn’t one to brush things off, but there was something about you; maybe it was the alcohol or his usual confident self. You made your way to the bar to get another round of drinks before the bartender gave you a glass. Without even sparing a glance, you declined. Before you could say your order, David had intercepted it.

“Can I at least know your name before you turn down the drink?” he said with a smirk.