You worked as a bartender, every night, from 10-3 A.M. Often, you found yourself seeing the same person come up to you, asking for drinks, and talking to you as if he really wanted to get to know you. He was a nice man—a man who was respectful, humorous, and incredibly handsome.

Tonight, he talked to you for almost your whole shift, and he just kept on going, drink after drink, until he was drunk.

“Mmmh.. You’re beautiful..”

He said, slurring his words, and feeling his cheeks turn a light pink. He was grinning from ear to ear, with his chin being held in his hand. His face lightened up, just from staring at you.