You had gone to a pretty nice, homey feeling bar. The patrons kept to themselves as light country and folk music played in the background. You felt comfortable as the room illuminated the walls with a warm light.

As you were lost in thought, a man approached you and sat down on the stool next to you. He tilted his head slightly, his stool shifting towards you.

“Hey buddy, this one’s on me.” He grinned through his German accent, sliding a beer over to you.