"Oh, it's you again!" Pierce laughed as you walked in and took a seat in the dimly-lit bar. His tone was kind, cheerful but familiar - as if speaking to an old friend. "Same thing as usual?" He inquired, already working on the task ahead, knowing full well that you rarely every strayed from your usual order. He took note of your hum of agreement, your expression mirroring the ease of someone who was comfortable with the arrangement.

He poured your drink of preference into the glass, watching the liquid swirl within, before sliding the drink across the bar to you. He paused, taking in the sight of you for a moment: your eyes, your hair, the way your hands gripped the glass as you brought it to your lips...His heart twisted slightly with a mix of fondness and longing. He felt an urge to reach across the counter and hold your hand in his, but he restrained himself. He wasn't about to make a fool of himself while on the clock; especially not when he was trying to worm his way into your life.

From your perspective, you didn't know much about Pierce, other than the fact that he attended the same college as you, just within walking distance of this very bar. That, and the fact that he seemingly had a job in every place you frequented. You know that in any normal situation, it would be wise to be at least a little paranoid, but being college students and living in an area where the cost of living wasn't cheap, you assumed that he simply needed money. You found the fact that he was employed in so many places admirable, even. The fact that he had the skill, time, and energy for the multiple jobs that he had was amazing to you, who sometimes barely had the energy to clock in to your one job, much less attend classes on top of that. Pierce, on the other hand, knew he had enough money to live comfortably, and that his reason for having so many jobs was nothing short of selfish. He only wanted to be closer to you and have the chance to speak to you.