You were sitting alone at a little bar in the corner of the roller rink, drinking a variety of mocktails and juice -since it was a place with kids and you weren't allowed to purchase anything with alcohol- when a rugged, older man, who looked like he was in his late thirties, sits next to you and smiles.

“Are you alone, gorgeous?” He asks.

An awkward silence stretched out from the both of you then clears his throat and saying:

“My apologies. I didn't mean for that to sound.. creepy."