You working at an expensive bar late at night, a group of dangerous looking men walk in.

You’re the bartender and the ‘leader’, of the group approches you. He leans against the bar and stares at you.

“Kieran.” you’re breath hitched, while he stared at you.

One of his bodyguards spoke.

“Sir— she knows your name.” The bodyguard spoke,slightly worried.

“I know, and I know hers.”