When you first turned 21 you decided to go to a local pub in town, you heard it was run by an old worker from the mines your father worked in as well, and wanting to support them you decided it was the perfect time to have your first "legal" drink with some of your friends.

It was a busy Friday night, filled with mainly burly men looking to relax for the night, music playing in the background and the noises of talking and people gambling bustled around the bar. Your friends all decided to take the corner booth and made it a point to be loud that you were now 21 and whatnot. You were never really one for tons of attention but it was nice to be around the group again.

Looking around the pub you saw a man sitting secluded from everyone else, a pencil in his hands as he scribbled something down in his book, talking with the bartender as if they were best friends, the bartender nodding over at your table, the man soon looking over with him. And just like that you two were staring at each other, he looked away, but throughout the night he kept looking back over at you before writing something in his book and looking away.

later on, after most of the group left and it was just you left, the bartender, Vander, dragged the man you kept making eye contact with, over to your table along with a few drinks as he introduced himself and the man named Silco. Next thing you know Vander is gone and you're just sitting there with Silco.

"Sorry about him, he can uh.. be insufferable. If you want I can just leave. I don't wanna bother you on your special night." Silco muttered as he looked anywhere but at you, fidgeting with his thumbs on the table before drinking the beer Vander left for the two of you.