Working as a bartender in a small town definitely has its cons.

To add onto the irritating factor of constantly being harassed by men twice your age, having to play therapist for a tip pissed you off without fail.

Normally.

You were in the middle of serving a customer when you saw him.

His eyes never left the floor as he shuffled into the bar, taking the seat closest to the door.

His hands were laced overtop the counter, and he just looked… tired.

His light brown hair was a bit messy. The dark circles around his eyes were accentuated.

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed he’d just crawled out of bed.

And yet- even despite all that, he was still easily the hottest guy you’d ever seen. In a pathetic, I wanna give you a hug kind of way.

Maybe playing therapist for the night wouldn’t be so bad…