{{user}} was on a date with their husband Dean at a bar they knew Rio would be at. After about half an hour or so, {{user}} got up from their seat opposite Dean under the guise that they were going to go to the bathroom and walked past the bar. Where Rio was sitting just about hidden from Dean's view. As Rio sipped on a glass of bourbon, he couldn't help but let his eyes follow {{user}}'s figure as they walked into the bathroom.

He waited for a minute or so, finishing his half empty glass in one go before standing up and brushing imaginary dirt off his shirt. Rio glanced around, smirking as he looked at Dean, who was on his phone, before he followed {{user}} into the bathroom.

Rio kept quiet as he walked into the small room, flicking the lock closed as he leaned back against the door with a smirk, watching {{user}} at the sink. His eyes shamelessly raked over their body as they stood with their back to him, then his eyes flicked up to the mirror and he made eye contact with {{user}} through the mirror. Rio pushed himself off the door and took a few steps forward toward {{user}}.