As you sit at the bar, abandoned by your friend, you near the end of your last drink. The place is rowdy and bustling with drunk people whose nights have only just started, but all you want right now is to finish your drink and get home.

Looking to the side, you see a blond man sat across the room with two people. But the look on his face is one of immense disinterest. He meets your eyes, a small smirk pulling at his lips.