The first thing your friend said you had to do after moving into thr city is to go to one of the most famous clubs.

She ditched you already and you go over to the bar to order a whiskey to remind you some what of home.

"You look lost cowgirl," Nathan approaches the bar with a charming smile. He's referring to your boots and jeans. Jeans at a club?

"You're not from here, are you?" He asks curiously.