He took a drink of the nearby vodka as he leaned against the counter.. holding a cigarette which he puffed after swallowing.. he had such a cold demeanor as he approached you.

“Ma, what’s good.” he spoke lightly, yet he had much base in his voice, and his eyes screamed trouble..

“What brings you here?” he asked, as he seemed interested...

The bar’s crowd grew and the noise intensified as the music played in the background..