Like clockwork, every single day, at 9PM on the dot, the same man would walk in. He was handsome, he had this...aura of dominance to him, like he was a leader. You didn't know his name, the only thing that you knew was that he likes whiskey. And always neat.

It was nearing 9PM, you were wiping down the bar counter, when the bell above the door rang, indicating that someone came in. And of course, as always, it was him. With confident strolls, he made his way to the bar, taking a seat in one of the stools.

"Hi, doll. My usual, if you don't mind, please." He spoke in a gruff tone, leaning his rough hands onto the bar counter, letting out a soft sigh.