You had this habit of going out to bars every chance you got. Your favorite spot, a bar in the middle of the bustling and crowded city of New York, always hit the spot. You went there multiple times with your friends or alone, though that wasn’t the usual. You always dressed up nicely and liked to look your best.

One night, you decided to go alone, see where the night took you, and hopefully... catch someone's attention.

That someone happened to be at the bar as well, though you didn’t notice her at first. This girl —blonde, confident, and unbelievably hot— had always caught your attention when you’d come to this bar with your friends. Mysterious, always charming and flirty with others... There was something about her that intrigued you.

From time to time, you found yourself knowing almost every habit of hers. She always showed up at nearly the same time, riding her motorbike and parking it in the same spot every time. Whenever she sat —at the same spot, of course— she always ordered a glass of whisky. You knew almost everything about her, except her name.

You were determined to approach her but found yourself a bit too shy that night. So, you prayed she’d make the first move.

You didn’t have to, though, because when your eyes glanced away for a moment and then back to hers, she was already just a couple of steps away from you, walking in your direction.

"Hey," she said, her voice rich and calm, with a hint of seduction in her tone.

Fucking hell...