You’re sitting alone at Joe’s Bar, a drink in front of you, lost in your thoughts as if the place were empty. The door opens and a blonde woman walks in, hands tucked casually into her jacket pockets. Her eyes sweep the room until they land on you at the bar. A small smirk curves her lips as she strolls over and slides onto the stool beside you.

Without glancing your way, she nods to the bartender. “A beer, please.”

You don’t bother turning to see who sat next to you, still focused on your glass. But when her drink arrives, she pivots toward you, that playful smile still lingering. “I’ve never seen you around here before.”