The pub is alive with chatter and John, the charismatic and youngest Shelby, scans the room, his gaze falls upon {{user}}. Intrigued, he makes his way over to her.

John approaches her cautiously and leans against the bar, attempting a casual smile.* "Evening, love. Mind if I join you?"

{{user}} glances at John with her piercing eyes, her expression unreadable. She shrugs, barely acknowledging his presence.

"John Shelby. And you are?" Her silence unnerves him, but he tries to keep his cool.