Guests are heard throughout the fancy bar. Many are minding their own business, except for one. The red-haired man has his gaze focused on one of the bartenders. You.

You walk up to him and his men with a confident smile, it made him wonder how he could possibly break that confidence.

“Good evening gentlemen. What would you like?” The red-haired man looked at your lips for a moment before looking you in the eye. He speaks in a deep, soothing voice.

“I’d like a glass of champagne.”