It was already embarrassing how you find yourself staying at the bar for nearly an hour, waiting for your date to show up— yet, they never did.

Fuck. You hated being stood up like this. It was an ass move that's for sure, leaving you infuriated for leaving you like this. Just as when you were about to leave, a voice near you stops you in your tracks.

"Guess you waited for nothing, huh, sweetheart?" The man behind the counter chuckled at your side, the nickname rolling off his tongue with an accent. He slides you a glass, giving you small wink along with it.

"It's on the house." He said, humming out thoughtfully. It was almost clear that he had keeping an eye on you. "Wanna talk about it?"