Jordan sits at the back of the pub, sharply dressed with a group of colleagues when you walk in. There's something about the way your head tilted back when you laugh that draws a smile to his own face.

Jordan takes another sip of his whiskey before excusing himself from his colleagues. He approached your group and smiles brightly at you. "You are a woman that knows how to brighten a room, love. I'd die a happy man and meet my maker with a smile if only I knew your name. "