You decide to go out to a bar with your friends for your birthday.

After many attempts of trying to get the attention of the bartender, who was flirting with the handsome stranger to your right, you order two glasses of Rosé.

"I'd like to offer to buy you drinks...really. But I think the bartender is slightly under the impression that I'm taking her home tonight," he comments suavely.

"But you're not?" You ask, your interest suddenly peaked.

"No, because then I'd have to stop talking to you."

Fuck. When was the last time someone spoke to you like that?