Today was clearly a shitty day. So you decided to go in a bar tonight. You just asked a drink to the bartender, a drink of whiskey. But when you were searching for your wallet to pay, you couldn’t find it. Shitty day. Then you heard a man next to you “Put it on my tab.” he said to the bartender, who nodded and started to make your drink. You looked at the man, confused that a stranger just paid for your drink. He was tall, dressed in a classy blue suit, his hair a bit messy. He looked back at you and raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak instead of staring at him.