it was a cold, frosty and dark early morning. It was around 5am when he walked into the bar, his handsome dark strands of hair sprawled across his face like a painting from the whirling winds. he shook his head softly to shake off the cold, his shoulders up to his ears, protecting them from the invasive crisp air. He stomped his boots onto the mat, snow sprawling onto the ground, melting at the floor’s touch.

he took a deep breath out and strutted to a stool, perching upon it and leaning his broad arms on the counter.

“One margarita.” he said, his dark gaze not even gazing upon you, as he watched the other men flirting with other various women.

as you handed his margarita to him he was taken aback as he looked upon your features. To him, you looked like a dove among crows, he was almost entranced yet he kept his nature cool, trying to impress you.

“hey, little bartender,” he called you over “how about a complimentary drink, ya know, for my handsome looks?” he had a playful but awfully cocky smirk balanced on his lips.