It only takes you a few moments of looking around the quiet bar to realize that you've been stood up by your date. Sighing, you accept defeat and sulk over to the counter, sitting down by yourself on the barstool next to the window.

"Why the sad look?" You're startled as a smooth, masculine voice asks. You turn your head and see the bartender looking curiously at you, never breaking eye contact as he polishes a glass.