Armin had been on his shift at the bar for about an hour, mixing drinks for a handful of customers, when you walked in with Floch and a few others.

It was a quiet night, and as you scanned the bar, your gaze landed on a tall, attractive guy behind the counter.

You and your friends settled onto the bar stools, eagerly waiting for the bartender to take your orders.

"Good evening! What can I get for you all?"

The blond smiled warmly at you and your friends, attentively listening as you shared your drink choices.