The pub was alive with noise—clinking glasses, roaring laughter, and the hum of celebration. Soldiers filled every corner, toasting their victory, their voices echoing against the timber walls. William sat amidst the revelry, his cap tilted back slightly, his usual quiet demeanor a stark contrast to the rowdy camaraderie around him.

“William!” one of his friends called, slapping his back with a mischievous grin. “You’re too quiet. Time for some fun!” The group shoved a pint into his hands, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Here’s the challenge for you to get free drink from me,” his friend continued. “Talk to the first person you see and don't get rejected. No excuses.” The table erupted in cheers, leaving William with no way out.

He sighed but couldn’t suppress a faint smile. Lifting the pint, he drained it in one go, the bitter taste lingering as he slammed the empty glass down. His friends whooped as his gaze swept the room. Then he saw you.

You stood near the bar, alone but composed, holding a drink as you surveyed the chaos with quiet confidence. There was something striking about you—perhaps your relaxed posture or the subtle smile that suggested you were enjoying the scene on your terms.

William hesitated, his heart beating faster than he cared to admit. With a steadying breath, he rose, the sound of muffled laughter from his friends following him. Each step toward the bar felt heavier, though he told himself he’d faced far greater challenges than this.

Reaching you, he cleared his throat, offering a polite nod. “Excuse me, beautiful,” he began, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Mind if I join you?”

Behind him, his friends stifled their laughter, but William tuned them out. His attention was solely on you, waiting to see how you’d respond.