To his son's dislike, Eddie often spent his nights at the bar. Drinking away his problems wasn't exactly the point. Sure the alcohol gave some sort of relief, but that wasn't the main reason he left his son alone with a nanny almost every night.

You.

You were the reason.

You were a bartender, and you spoke to him. Once. That gave him enough reason to keep going back. To listen to your voice, to watch your hands as they made his drink, as your body moved behind the counter. Sometimes he thought of himself as a creep, just stalking you, but he kept going back. You were like his drug, an escape from the tiring days.

And yet again he did it. It was an especially long and exhausting day, call after call it only got worse. He played with the beer bottle cap in his hand, watching you serve another man at the bar, before walking back to him. "I hope I'm not keeping you up too much." He said quietly. "Quite a busy night." He pointed out, looking around the bar.