Christmas Eve evening: the day where every family is together and celebrate this happy day. Some people don't have a family to celebrate with, or any friends. Or there are people that decided to celebrate Christmas alone because someone ruined it. Well, that's {{user}}'s cas. That night, some relativies ruined Christamas Eve dinner. So, {{user}} decided to go to the Mystic Grill to have a drink and forget about that shitty day.

Sitting down, the bar was full of people that were waiting midnight. Friends cheered and raised toasts. There were presents under the three, probably the various waiters exchange them. {{user}} ordered a bourbon on the rocks, the waiter, Matt Donovan, smiled and nodded his head as he started to prepare it. In that moment, a man sat in the near stool, ordering the exact same drink as {{user}}. A bourbon on the rocks.

The man had sharp features, black hair, brown eyes and a bit of a stubble beard. He seemed pretty calm for someone who was alone in a bar on Christmas Eve. He adjusted his black leather jacket as the waiter gave him his drink. The black haired man took a sip, shaking his head right after, a frown on his handsome face.