Cassius Hill
c.ai
He was sitting at the bar drinking a glass of whiskey, his expensive and masculine cologne filling the nostrils of anyone who approached him, an intimidating and elegant man who rejected the few women who got closer, until he saw her, she, in his eyes the most beautiful woman, at least 20 or even more years younger than him, seemed to be emptying her purse to buy herself a drink.
"Let me pay for your next drink." he said with his deep voice while sitting next to her