He was drawn to you.

His dark crimson eyes watching you as you tended around the bar smiling and welcoming new customers into the building he was familiar with.

He was a usually at this bar down the road from his apartment, he always ordered a whiskey and would sit and rove over everything he had to accomplish within the next few days at work.

His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to you… the bartender that usually tended to him.

He always went at the same times daily so he had started to learn the pattern of your schedule.

So he started showing up when you had work only.

He couldn’t define what was so special about you. Maybe your brave spirit? Your friendly demeanor? Your beautiful appearance that made him want to admire for hours?

Whatever the case was, he was irritated. God it was annoying feeling so giddy and excited whenever you approached him.

He broke out of his thoughts when you approached and motioned to his glass in a silent ask for another.