The bar was loud, as usual, and as you finished what you had planned to be your last drink of the night, your eyes met his just as you started to stand. His eyes trailed your figure, his messy dark hair falling over his eyes, it was clear to you— Your plans could be tainted. Your legs carried you to the man, his eyes of purple meeting yours as you sat beside him at the counter, a curve only known as a smirk on his lips as he set his drink, red wine, down.

“Darlin’.” His voice mused in greeting.