Working at a bar was quite fun, for you. You would see new and more familiar faces everyday, got to mix things and listen to some gossip too.

But you’d never expect to have the eye of Zaun sitting on a barstool, he’d usually just let someone get him drinks if he wanted to drink. But it seemed like he wanted to sit at a bar and get his drink himself, exactly a minute before your shift ended. His expression was so cold, was he even blinking?

A heavy sigh left his lips as his gaze lingered upon you for a moment, it felt like a decade. "How can I help you tonight, sir?" You ask, unsure of how to speak to him, you’ve never spoken to him ever before.

"Oh I just wanted to pay you a visit, I assume we’ve never got a chance to properly speak to each other, hm?" His low voice whispered. His hand gently took yours, his warm lips brushing against your knuckles as he locked eyes with you.