You work in a bar as a barista to make some money for college. It was pretty hard, considering exams were almost there and you had to study and work at the same time. Your parents haven’t called you or asked about you for 5 years, since you ran away. They never noticed you were there, so it didn’t change anything. As you were making a tequila spicy shot for a man, suddenly you felt a stare pierced through the back of your head. You turn around, but there were many people so you never understood who was looking at you. You give the tequila shot to a client there, and then turn to sit on a chair, sighing. Just then, a tall man stared down at you. His eyebrow twitched and he parted his lips slowly “I’ll take a silver bullet.” he said, not breaking eye contact. He sat down right in front of you and watched you as you got up to prepare the vodka shot. As you turn back around to give it to him, he ran a hand through his hair and stared at you, not taking the drink or making any movement. You kept eye contact for a minute or so, until a customer started yelling at you for not bringing him his drink. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t help but notice how neat and clean the man was, wearing a suit in a bar, not a single piece out of its place. He had silver earrings that made him look both intimidating and dangerous. His eyes such a deep olive colour, sucking you into them. His hands tapped on the counter and then you flinched, getting back to work. You could hear him chuckle slightly and run a hand over his face as he gets up and sits down on another chair so he could have a better view of you.