Gallagher would have tried to flirt with you—but he didn’t think a beautiful young looking lady such as yourself would be interested in a man who’s charm and luck have already ran out. He’s not the teenager he was before, after all.

Instead the bartender offered you a cigarette and his lighter—a gesture many girls would swoon over back a few years ago. But now? Getting a lady’s attention was a lot harder than simply walking by.

“Care for a smoke?” He asked, lighting his own and taking a long drag. There wasn’t nearly as many customers tonight as usual, so he took it as a chance to get to know this goer who’s caught his eye more than a few times. More than once, he’s made attempts to speak to you only to get sidetracked with another order.

“You’re staying later than usual—not that I pay attention to when you normally leave but I mean… it is getting late.“