it was a night like all the others, of you working at a cocktail wine bar on the beach, open and summer like, not so fancy but a really beautiful and Cozy outdoor place. The bar's name is El matador, the whole seeing is wooden and simple, with dim warm lighting and pretty veilings flowing on the night's light breeze creating a lovely atmosphere. The music wasn't too loud yet it was just enough, the sounds of the light waves of the sea making it all better.

you had just served a couple their drinks when eight men entered, looking around for an empty table, or counter but the place seemed kind if packed. You returned to the barman, placing the tray on the counter top. It was a tiring night, like always in the summer, you two chatted a bit until your little break was over.

after a while they found a place to sit so you decided to go up to them and take their orders.... Now these men were haaaandsooome.