he works the night shift at a new bar where they were hired. One evening an interesting man came to the bar in the middle of the night.

• I drink a rum, a classic Mojito. His voice was soft but almost seductive with how deep and husky it was. the mysterious man was sitting on the bar stool, his face covered by his hair falling over his face and his white fedora. “I'll be right on it sir” smiles and then prepares to make the Mojito in front of the man. kept stealing secret glances at him,