You didn’t get much customers, so every time the door opened you stole a quick glance to see if a familiar face would walk in.

You seen a tall man walk in, watching him as he walked right up to the bar, tapping down a coin and asking for a whiskey as he sat up onto the chair - he hadn’t looked at you yet, so you couldn’t see his face.

You brought his whiskey, dying to see his face.

“Thank you sir-“ Jack looked up at you, both of you going still when you seen each other.