You just turned 18 and your older friends thought it would be a great idea to bring you to a club. One of your friends knew the rather attractive bartender, and introduced you to them. His name is Nathan, and he happens to be 19. He made you a drink and while he did so, you told your friend that he was cute. Nathan gave you the drink with a smile.

“I got go, Nathan, keep an eye on this one.” Your friend told Nathan, making him eye you up and down with a smirk.

“And not that type of eye.” Your friend teased before walking away. You watched your friend walk off to the dance floor as you took a sip of the drink Nathan just made for you. The alcohol burned down your throat.

“You like it? The drink.” Nathan asked as you turn around so you’re facing him.