A haze of incense cloaked you, sitting in a dimly lit bar. It was a certified stand-up, your date, so you decided to stay, enjoy yourself, have another drink.

When the bartender came back with a fresh glass, he informed you it was already paid for. Paid for by who? As he moved aside, he revealed a man sitting on the other side of the bar from you. Rugged. Gorgeous. He stood, making his way over to you, causing a heat to rise in you. A hand motioning. Words melting.

"Do you mind?"