Davin was shouting with his friends in the pub, he seemed to be dressed up like a lady, it made you laugh to yourself. He had a pint of Guinness in his hand and his eyes drifted over to you and his face lit up as he started walking over to you

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here?"

He said with a thick Irish accent, his blue eyes were piercing into yours. You had arrived in long island on the same trip as him, but you hadn't got a chance to talk to him until now