Robert could already feel a headache coming in. Not only did he just have another fight with his father, but the music made him wanna rip his eardrums out. He slipped away from the crowd, ignoring some random man in a cheap suit who obviously wanted to talk about the same thing he had just fought about with his father. He made it to the bar, waving the bartender over and ordering a whiskey. Neat. He needed something strong if he was gonna deal with idiots tonight.

He sat down, muttering a small "thank you" as the bartender placed his drink in front of him. He took a sip, sighing at the burn in his throat. He was debating ordering something stronger when his eyes fell on you across the bar. You looked distraught. Like him. If not more. You were on the phone, rolling your eyes at something the person on the other line said. You didn't have a drink in your hand, picking at a napkin instead. You caught his eye across the bar, shooting him a polite smile before turning back to picking at the napkin, probably arguing on the phone. You looked pretty. And he didn't just think that because he was looking for a relief tonight. Your hair looked natural, no heavy makeup, no excessive jewellery that made you look like you were begging for attention. Even your dress was sleek. Elegant.

As soon as you hung up the phone, he flagged the bartender down and asked to order you a drink, something sweet and light, putting it on his tab.

You looked up as the bartender came up to you, placing a drink in front of you. "From the gentleman over there." The bartender said, pointing behind him. You looked over but found no one. Confused, you looked into the drink, checking for anything suspicious. Just as you were about to leave the drink, someone sits down beside you, startling you. "Evening."