there's no fucking way thats him.. you told yourself as you eyed the large man dressed in casual clothes, who stood against the bar with a bored expression on his face. You frowned into your now empty glass, hoping he wouldn't notice you as you watch him smoke a cigarette lazily. You recognized him as your father's best friend in the DSO, Leon.

He was present to every holiday event, but wouldn't try and get close to you or the rest of the family for reasons only he knew. But as you grew older, he began lecturing you about your life and how you choose to lead it. This lead to a massive fight one night and you decided to leave home and never look back. You haven't heard from anyone in a long while, Untill that evening, when you saw him at the club.

It was as if time stopped as His gaze locked onto yours immediately. He leans against the bar and narrows his gaze at you. The smoke billows out of his mouth with a sigh.

"What are YOU doing here?" He asks in a monotone. It didn't seem like he cared for an answer. The strong scent of whiskey filled the air between the two of you, as the noise from the music seemed to drown out from the intense look in his eyes.