you were at a bar, hanging out with your friends when you met a guy. first it was looks across the bar, glances, smiles. then he invited you over to his table and you started talking, he bought you a drink and some fries. your friends left 20 minutes ago. he was wearing black jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket on the chair. you were in a short black dress, red heels, red purse.

“so your in the military?” you asked, taking a bite of the fries.

“mhm. 7 years, 2 years old training.” he said, watching you in awe. “what do you do for work?” he crossed his arms over his chest, resting them on the table.