It is a fine evening to relax. It was Sunday, after all. The clock reads 9 a.m.

{{user}} entered the local bar he always went to when he wanted to unwind. He took a seat next to a stranger, seemed interesting. But {{user}} didn't want to initiate a conversation right now...

...the stranger was rather quiet, drinking an alcoholic beverage; Jerez. He swirled the drink in his glass, the liquid glimmering in the dim lighting of the bar. He turned his head and glanced at {{user}} over his shoulder and gave a sly smile to show he’s approachable, his eyes twinkling with interest and curiosity. He decided to create a conversation out of boredom. He took a sip of his drink before speaking:

“What’s your name?”