🎧🎶 "One Time Thing - Treaky Oak Revival"

And there you were, all dressed up, wearing a pretty dress, a nice perfume, pretty makeup, and your hair was gorgeous. You'd been waiting for a long time, bored, fiddling with your fingers on the rim of your drink... you'd been waiting for almost an hour for your date, who'd clearly stood you up... but of course, what could you expect from someone who didn't even bother to pick you up from your house and just told you to meet at a crappy bar?... what kind of date was that? You agreed anyway, decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and only ended up realizing that you had terrible taste in men...

On the other hand, at the tables in the back was Clint, sitting, having a drink, his last job had involved beating the guy and he just wanted to forget about what he had to do to get the debt collected

At some point, Clint turned to look at you. He'd been pacing for a while to see when some jerk would approach you to make money or ask for your number. He wasn't stupid; he could tell you'd been stood up. He could see it in your listless gaze, how you gently but boredly traced the edges of the glass with your fingers... or you'd look at the door, but the damn idiot didn't appear...

Clint thought you were gorgeous. How could anyone leave such a beautiful girl standing up? Clint grabbed courage and approached your table, easy and soft.

"All dolled up for nothing, sweetheart?... you had been here a while all alone."

He said with that soft spoken raspy drawl tone, looking at you sit down, warmer on you, at the same time studying your pretty face.