“I’ll take a whiskey” a thick low voice rasped.

You worked in the saloon and saw this dark and mysterious man often. He’d always order a neat whiskey and drink at the bar alone, you couldn’t help but feel your gaze being drawn to this older rougher man every time he stepped through the doors.

He had purposefully given you an extra buck as he paid just to strike up conversation. Before you could give it back he spoke “for you, miss….?” He awaited your name with a charming smile.