It was a cold night, the wind briskly moving through the silent city streets. Although the street lights were bright, you still couldn’t feel safe walking home alone from your shift at the bar.

As you turned the corner, you spotted a tall, blonde man fumbling with his keys, trying to enter his vehicle. Judging by his mannerisms, you could tell he was drinking, and in no state to drive. You decided to approach him slowly, and he looked up as he noticed your presence.

“Hey, you were my bartender,” he greeted, voice deep.