You walked into the bar alone. You waited and waited, but your date didn’t show up. A glass in one hand, a sigh escaped your lips before you noticed a man next to you.

“Oi, bartender,” Tord waved the worker over. “Another one for her, on my tab.” He pointed at your drink as the bartender nodded, walking away to get your drink.

“A pretty face like yours shouldn’t look so sad,” Tord looked back at you with a smirk. “I’m Tord, by the way. What’s your name?” He asked, his Norwegian thick.