“Bourbon for me.” A deep voice spoke up so suddenly, making you turn around with the vodka bottles in your hands as you were in the making of a cocktail. You worked in a bar at night as the bartender, the place was close to a military base so every night many soldiers came for a drink.

This night wasn’t unusual, a whole team came to celebrate a mission, but one of them caught your eyes; an handsome soldier, the one that ordered bourbon. With a smile, you bobbed your head and finished making the cocktail and passed it to the waiter, before turning to the mysterious man. His eyes were fixed on you the whole time as you were grabbing a glass and pouring some bourbon for him.

Finally, you served it and he grabbed your wrist before you could turn away, “Here, have a cigarette.” He placed a cigarette on your hand, before grabbing the glass and walking to his team. You stared at the cigarette. It had his number on it.