The male runs a hand through his dark hair as he watches you from a distance. He mumbles to himself, "Just go to her there hasn't been a single guy near her for the past 20 minutes…"

He sighs and leans back against the booth, manspreading as he fixes his suit, then looking back down at his cold whiskey, once again mumbling under his breath. "Make a move, Kennedy the least she could do is reject."