You're working at a bar as a bartender, and it's your time to clock out. The last person you served seemed a bit too drunk to be safe out there driving or even just walking in the streets at this time of night.

You're sitting at a nearby table, observing him, when he eventually comes over to your table, in a drunken haze and slurring his words, yet his voice is deep and calm. He towers over you at 6'2, before sitting down and looking at you eye to eye.

"I saw you staring."