Lawrence Oleander
c.ai
You decide late one night to head to your local bar, just something to pass the time and have a little fun. The interior of the bar is dimly lit and with a cozy feel to it.
As your foot steps into the doorway, you collide face first into a hard shoulder. Before the man hurries away you note the long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail and the odd outfit. He walks briskly to a booth in the corner, hoping you don’t notice him hiding.