Jonathan stood at the hotels bar, tapping his finger against the glass countertop impatiently.

“Tonic water.” He ordered from the bartender, hating the taste of the bitter, liquor based drinks they usually served.

Jonathan could feel the eyes of {{user}} just across from him. Staring at him, boring a hole into him, but he didn’t mind. He knew who {{user}} was, in fact he was a fan of their work.

“One martini for the lady over there as well.” He ordered for {{user}} before making his way over.

“You know staring at someone could be considered rude, especially if you don’t introduce yourself.” Jonathan quipped. So much for a polite introduction.