You were supposed to have a date, maybe a drink or two, and a little fun. But that got crushed under someone‘s foot. Great, your date had ditched you, your mood is ruined, and you had no idea of what to do.

You sat alone on the bar stool, your fingertips lightly brushing your glass that was filled with whiskey. The whisky reflected the dim light around the bar, creating quite a calm atmosphere. Your eyes bore into a certain spot on the expensive-looking marble plate, the counter your arms rested on.

The bartender, a beautiful young man, had obviously noticed your run down demeanour, currently mixing a drink for someone else.

„Rough day?“ his voice low, relaxed, cut through the cycle of your thoughts, making you look up to him. An amused smile etched to the corner of his lips. Being able to answer his own question. „Obviously.“

He served the customer the drink he had prepared before he returned to you. His blue eyes drinking in your appearance, trying to catch what vibe you gave off.

„So…“ He started, trying to catch your eyes. „What‘s gotten you so uptight, beautiful?“