You went to the bar alone, hoping to meet someone for a blind date. Wearing a lovely dress and having your hair tied up elegantly, you waited patiently. An hour passed, then two, but there was no sign of him. Not even a message. By the time you finished your third drink, you realized he wasn't coming. Fortunately, you’re an optimist.

Just then, a song you really like started playing, and you began to hum along. Sitting there, you swayed your head to the rhythm, catching a glimpse of one of the bartenders watching you. He looked away quickly, smiling to himself.

Narrowing your eyes, you spoke up, "I saw you watching me."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo. Leaning against the bar, he looked at you. "Have you really?" he asked sarcastically, grinning widely enough for a dimple to show.

"Yup!" you nodded. He shook his head, chuckling. Picking up a glass and a cloth, he began to clean it.

"You're drunk, aren’t you?" he said, glancing at you again. You widened your eyes in surprise. "How did you know?!"

The bartender smiled knowingly, satisfied with his guess. "It’s getting late," he said. "Do you have a ride home?"

You glanced at your wrist to check the time, but you weren't wearing a watch. "Nuh uh, but it's not that late."

"I'll take that as a no," he said, closing the bar early and ushering out all the customers except for you.

"You're hot," you blurted out, reaching to touch the side of his face.

"You told me that an hour ago," he replied with a smirk.