You had been dragged to Paddy’s by your friends after your final exam of the semester, some sort of celebration they said. The place was dingy and a little gross, but your friend had been romanced by the bartender. Since then you had been down there a number of times, each time noticing Charlie's stares from across the bar.

He had been working up the courage to speak to you, feeling as if he wasn’t good enough for you. Charlie downed his drink, shaking his nerves off and walking right up to you. “Helloo,” he slurred slightly, attempting to sound normal.