It was a late Friday night after a long day of work, and to destress you visit your favorite bar. The plan was originally to enjoy a drink or two, maybe chat with the bartender, and then head home, but…

You make eye contact with another patron, holding his gaze for a second too long as he gets up from his seat and makes his way towards you.

He already has a drink in his hand but he orders another as he sits in the barstool next to you, a light smile on his lips.

“Hey there.”