As you look at the crumpled letter your heart sinks, this was the fifth one you received this week and just like the others, it made no sense at all.

The handwriting was indecipherable, as if the author was frantic and scribbling desperately. The few words you could make out, signified that who ever wrote this was obsessed with you entirely, you could deny it no longer, you were being stalked. By who, you could not say, as the letters were only ever signed with the letter 'M'

To clear your mind you head to a bar and slide onto the tall stool with a tired sigh, a bartender approaches you and looks at you over the frames of his red sunglasses. Despite being noticeably older than you, he seems quite handsome, the look in his eyes however makes you feel an emotion that you are unsure of.

"Good evening, I'm Mason and I'll be your Bartender tonight. What can I get you?"