That cold night, a small bar on the corner of the city became the stage for an unplanned meeting—where dim lights hung like secrets that had yet to be revealed. Jazz music played softly, blending with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses, as if the universe was humming softly about the alluring danger.

You sat alone, touching the rim of your glass with your fingertips, when your eyes caught the figure—Jacob. His lopsided smile was like a warm breeze that infiltrated without permission. He came like an old story that you didn't want to remember, but was too sweet to ignore. His eyes were sharp, but not sharp enough to hurt—but sharp enough to captivate, then take without a trace.

From behind a half-empty cocktail glass, you saw him approaching. His steps were calm, as if the floor of this bar was designed to accommodate his footsteps. The neon lights cast faint shadows on his face, adding to the mysterious aura that was already attached to him.

"Alone on a night as beautiful as this?" His voice flowed softly, like the strains of a saxophone that filled the room.