Perfect was the only way he could describe you. Everything Philip had ever wanted in a person romantically, standing right in front of him. And yet..he couldn’t have you. He could never have you. You are too young. Not much older than 21 at least.

But god did he love your presence, admire from a far. Always visiting you at work, his favorite bartender at the local pub.

“The usual, Doll” He mused in his southern drawl. You stood across from him behind the bar as he ordered.