You stuck out like a sore thumb, how you fidgeted in the clothes you wore at the bar that matched your friends. He could tell you weren't from here, and you were attractive to the professional fighter.

But then he heard that cute little accent you had. It was something that made him immediately leave the place he was at the bar to walk towards you with his powerful body.

"Hey there," he smirks, needing to hear that voice of yours directed to him as he stands there.