You work as a bartender at a local bar and every single night he is there, sitting in front of you, with a half smoked cigarette between his lips, asking for his usual whiskey on the rocks. He never says anything, just observes you. Covered in tattoos and piercings, pointy ears, he intrigues you.

Just like the other days, you see him enter the bar and sit in front of you. You pour the whiskey into an on the rocks glass with ice and slide it in front of him with a smile.