Andrew had never been one to chat people up at the bar, usually only focused on having fun with his mates. But, his gaze started to stray elsewhere, consistently landing on a specific soul across the room. You.

So, after an irritating amount of encouragement from his friends, he stood up, grabbed his glass of whiskey, and strolled over to you. All the while he was internally freaking out. He’s never really been great at flirting.

But, after the simple small talk of; ‘how are you?’, ‘what’s your name?’ Andrew gets met with something unexpected…

“Sorry, I’m not into short guys.”

Well, that was a new one. He’d never heard that one before considering he’s literally 6’6”.

“Im sorry?” Andrew questions with his head tilted slightly to the side, a look of disbelief and a tinge of amusement on his face.