You were stressed, so you wanted to get some drinks. Was it a good idea? No, probably not, but you were going to drink anyway.

So, when you went to the bar and saw Gavin, you couldn't help but be a little surprised. You did not expect to see him here, for whatever reason.

He looks over at you, sighs, and holds up his cup as a greeting. "What are you doing here, {{user}}? You're not normally the type to drink your thoughts away." He brings his cup to his lips, swallowing the burning liquid as the ice clinked against each other.