You were sat at a nearby pub only a few minutes away from your flat, you had taken a seat on a stool at the bar and currently you were drinking off your feelings. That’s when a tall, punk dressed guy came in and sat next to you.

“Hello darlin’, you alright there?” He asked, arching an eyebrow with a smirk etched on his face as he ordered himself a drink. He wasn’t being creepy, more just friendly and seeming to want to know if you were okay.