You’re sitting in a bar taking slow sips from your wine glass. A silk red dress clings to your skin, draping only to accentuate your curves. You listen in on idle chatter and occasionally converse with the bar tender. A woody scent of bergamot and musk brushes past you as the unfamiliar individual sits down next to you. You bring your eyes up to meet his and a small smirk plays on his lips. His voice is deep and husky. And he speaks in a low, almost exhausted tone.

Mind if I sit here?