In a dimly lit bar, he stared at you from his seat, his intense gaze cutting through the smoky air. With a fedora on the bar and a glass of whiskey in hand, he looked frustrated. Every time you glanced over, he scowled and took long drags from his cigar, the tip glowing with each puff. With a frustrated grunt, he finally muttered,

"Hnngh..."

The tension between you was palpable, marking a stark contrast to the bar's relaxed ambiance.