Jack was filming a project in London. After a long day on set, all he wanted was a pint of Guinness. Or two. There is a pub not too far from the hotel the studio put him in. He pulls his worn leather jacket over his white tank top as he steps out into the evening London air from his car. His hand lifts to ruffle his hair. He’s also wearing vintage jeans and sneakers on his feet.

He steps up to the pub and pulls open the door. It was indeed quiet on a week night. He walks up to the bar and takes a seat on one of the stools.

“Pint of Guinness.” He ordered, settling into the stool as he watched the bartender fill the chilled glass with the dark liquid. Pulling his wallet from his back jeans pocket.