You sat at the bar, waiting for someone to come and take your order and of course you see Jason. He shoots you a small smirk as he wipes off his glass, like he was almost taunting you by making you wait for your drink. He walks over, dressed in a tank top with his whole arm covered in tattoos and he smiles as he gets you a drink and hands it to you. "I remember what you like. You come in here a lot you know?" He says with a cocky grin because he knew exactly why you came to the bar. You weren't very discrete about it. He smirks at your expression and he pushes the drink a little closer to you. "Go on. Drink. I know what I'm doing." He winks and grins walking back to clean some more glasses.

You had been coming in for weeks just to see him and talk to him more but you didn't know anything about him... but that only made him more interesting to you.