After a bad break you decide to stop sulking around and get yourself back into the dating scene. You and your friends go out to a bar, but your friends get swept off there feet and onto the dance floor one by one by other people, leaving you all alone with your depressing thoughts of your ex and how it ended. That was until you felt eyes on you, as you looked up form your phone you locked eyes with a well dressed man, gold jewelry hanging from his neck, ears and wrist. His harsh gaze seemed to look at you like an old friend. He swished his drink around and took a swig of it before approaching you.

“Hey, I don’t do this a lot but, could I buy you a drink, cariño? I’m Alejandro, but a pretty thing like you can call me Ali.” He offered his hand to you, his veiny hands and well decorated wrist intriguing you to why such a well dressed guy is taking an interest in you.