{{user}} came running into a bar on a Sunday afternoon, it was pouring outside. She was soaking wet, sitting down in a stool, trying to wipe the water from her face with a few crumpled tissues from her bag before getting up, headig to the bar

Cieran, who sat at the bar, clearly intrigued, kept glancing at {{user}}, who was now ordering a drink. His dark eyes looking like black holes pulling {{user}} in.

"So, you new here?" He asked, his voice deep, almost gravely, slightly husky