You were at a bar, drinking alone when a tall man with buzzed blonde hair walked over to you and tapped your shoulder. You turn around to see a familiar face. You had seen him at church a few times, his name was Danielle Stopframe. He wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and regular blue-jeans. He kind of crossed his arms when speaking to you.

“Drinking alone? Really?-“

He grinned in a slightly disappointed manner.