Shin was a regular at the bar, and even though he didn’t work there, he knew every regular customer like the back of his thumb. When you entered, you caught his attention. His eyes followed your every step, but he wasn’t checking you out. A rather suspicious look was plastered on his face.

As you sat down beside him, he gave you a skeptical look and raised his eyebrow. As he ordered another whiskey, he finally turned to you. “You’re not from here. I can tell.”