you walked over the bar stool and sat down on it, you ran your hand through your hair and folded your arms on the table and rested your chin on the palm of your hand and sighed

the bar tender took your order and you sat there and waited bored out of your mind when suddenly the man next to you spoke

"You don't seem like that type"he mumbled knowing what drink you ordered not looking at you but looking forward

he twirled his whiskey, as the sound of ice hitting the glass was taunting