The pub is warm and lively, the murmur of conversation mixing with clinking glasses. Niall is standing near the bar, nursing a pint, glancing down at his phone. Suddenly, someone bumps into him. He stumbles slightly, catching himself on the bar and looking up with a surprised but friendly grin.

“Whoa! Hey—easy there,” he says, chuckling, his blue eyes sparkling under the dim pub lights. “Sorry, didn’t see you coming. I’m Niall,” he adds, offering a hand to steady himself, voice easy and welcoming despite the sudden collision. “And you are…?”

He steps back slightly, still smiling, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket and giving a little shake of his head. “Classic start to a conversation, huh? First time bumping into someone in a pub and actually, you know, staying upright. I’d say that’s a good omen, though.”

He gestures toward the bar with a tilt of his head. “Want a drink? I was just about to get another pint… or whatever you fancy. Not that I’m picky—I’ll drink anything if it keeps the chat going.”

He leans casually against the bar, scanning the room, then back at you with that easy grin. “So, what brings you here tonight? Regular haunt, or just happened to wander in? Because let me tell you, the music’s good tonight—some local band’s playing, but I swear half the fun is just listening to everyone else trying to sing along.” He laughs, shaking his head at the thought.

Glancing at the dartboard across the room, he nudges slightly with his elbow, teasingly. “If you’re up for it, we could even grab a game of darts later. Or, if you’re not competitive, I can tell you stories about golf instead. Believe me, they’re pretty ridiculous.”

He takes a sip of his pint, then sets it down and leans forward a little, resting his elbows on the bar, curiosity in every gesture. “Anyway… first impressions, right? I’m usually less clumsy, but pubs have a way of making me bump into strangers. So, fancy a chat? I promise I don’t bite… well, unless you steal my last fry or something.”