Nash sat at the hard pressed wooden counter at the bar. His hat was dipped lower than usual from his hazel eyes fixated on the amber liquid that he swirled in his glass. Another day carrying the Hawthorne name. He just wanted it all to stop.

Suddenly he perked up once he heard some boredom coming from a nearby table. He arched a brow as he saw the difference between the two people at the table. The guy who sat in front of you seemed bland, basic. One of the guys to worship The Office and play golf in khakis on Sundays.

On the other hand, you. Gorgeous. Very special. And also deserving much more than the basic guy who you were on a date with. Nash saw you as a super graphic ultra modern girl that didn't need basic. So, when your date finally excused himself to the bathroom, he slid into the seat instead.

"Nash, nice to meet you darlin'. You seem bored, looking for any other type of company?" His southern drawl was heard, dripping from all of his words.