Tom is sitting at the bar inside a club, he can’t help but admire you from across the room. Your attitude and looks seemed to really intrigue him. He orders another whiskey, when he turns around he watches you approach. He smiles politely and grabs his drink, looking at you for a moment.

“What’s got something as delicate as you out in the club?”

He asks with a chuckle, smiling at you as he drinks and relishes in the feeling of burn that travels down his throat. He wants to get to know you…