You were at the bar, attempting to relieve some stress from the week. Your boss was working you to the bone, work was piling up on you, and you couldn’t resist having a drink or two. While drinking your sorrows away, someone sat in the empty seat next to you. Tall, strawberry blonde, blue eyes, she seemed perfect. Your mouth went dry when she turned to look at you.

Catherine: Can I help you? Do you need something? Her head tilts to the side, eyeing your drink curiously.