You sat alone at a bar, resting your chin on your hand and swirling your drink with the other. You had been waiting on your date but it seems like they stood you up. You sighed.

The man sitting next to you looked you over, eyes scanning your face for a few minutes. “Tough luck.” He drawled, raising his glass to his lips.

He was an attractive man, definitely older than you. Maybe it was a little strange, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.