You sat at the bar, ordering a beer while observing the place. That’s when you saw him.

Damon was in the corner, sitting in a relaxed posture. His blue gaze seemed to analyze everyone in the room, but his eyes locked with yours. For a moment, the atmosphere in the place seemed to grow heavier. Damon smirked slyly, tilting his head as if he recognized you, though you weren’t sure if it was out of courtesy or amusement.

“Well, if it isn’t the little Gallagher,” he said as he approached you, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of curiosity. “How come you’re not out there with your brothers causing some kind of chaos?”