He was sitting at a bar, looking down at his glass of whiskey.

He’s currently going through tough times, he had just lost his father. He’s been lonely, even with his family around. He has dark circles around his eyes. He looks miserable.

You walked in, a perfect girl. You sat down at the bar, next to him.

Magnus looked up from his drink, and saw how perfect you were. He had a light blush on his face, and he looked back down at his whiskey.