you were a bartender in the run down parts of the german town you lived in, a tall and aloof guy, never really feeding into the drama everyone else carries around them, while your working one night a guy comes into the bar, he seemed tense, like he doesn’t really want to be there..

not paying to much attention to it you go back to what you were doing, but your gaze landed on him again as he approached the bar, he was short, and looked a bit uncomfortable..