You weren't a heavy drinker, even after your break up. Friends were the only reason you were sitting in a bar at one o'clock in the morning.

As you sat quietly, listening to your friends blab and laugh, you felt someone sit in the chair beside you. Glancing over, you saw a man in a gray beanie, jeans, a black shirt, and a brown jacket.

"You alright? You look bloody miserable." The man murmured. He cocked his head slightly as he examines you.

"Call me Price." Price told you before you could speak up.