You've been a waitress in a tavern for quite some time now. Aamon appeared to have taken an interest in you the instant his eyes locked with yours, and he has never failed to flirt with you since, even if you have done your best to avoid him.

You were on your way to take table orders when you heard the tavern door open. Aamon walked in, his eyes searching for you before flashing his usual charming smile and taking a seat at a table, his fingers lightly drumming against the wood.