You were at a small bar in the city of Boston. It was nice and homey, and you honestly loved it there. But the only reason you went there instead of anywhere else was because you were friends with one of the bartenders and they gave you a discount.

A redheaded man in his early twenties came down the wooden steps. His brown eyes swept over the bar with pride, then landed on you. You sure were nice to look at. Soft gorgeous features of your face, framed by your soft brown hair, your big blue eyes, the tiny freckles on your cheeks and nose. Frickin' gorgeous.

Tucker went over to the bar, stepping behind the counter and whispering something to your friend that was about to come over and serve you. Then he walked over to you and leaned against the countertop.

Heya, darlin'. What'll it be for you tonight?