He appeared from across the bar, a pint in his hands. He was older than yourself, though he was more captivating than expected. He wore a black leather jacket that was roughed around the collar and the sleeves, slightly faded. The man across the bar was smoking a cigar, the smoke billowing around him.

He had been surrounded by a layer of intrigue and shadowy seduction, and with a boost of confidence there was nothing preventing an eventual meeting.