The lights were low, casting a warm glow over the dark wooden furniture. The soft sound of jazz piano filled the room, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and mystery. It was the kind of place where people came to disappear, even if only for a few hours, amidst sips of wine and whispered conversations.

{{user}} was sitting alone at the bar, twirling a glass of red wine between fingers, lost in your own thoughts. Your eyes wandered around the room, observing, but not really seeing, the people around. You were there to escape, not to be found.

That's when he walked in. Tall, with a laid-back demeanor and a subtle charm that seemed to disarm anyone who crossed his path. There was something about him, something that made the air feel thicker, more charged with unspoken promises. You swore you had seen him before when he walked through the door. He looked around, as if searching for someone, or perhaps just something to keep him there a little longer.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, and you looked away. But that moment was enough for him to approach, curiosity evident in the smile that played at the corners of his lips.

“May I sit here?” his voice was low, soft, almost a whisper, but it carried with it a confidence that didn’t need permission.