"A whiskey, please." The older man with dark hair mumbled as he sat down on one of the bar stools infront of you.

He was wearing a brown jacket with a dark blue shirt under it and some dark boots. His hair was a little messy and his dark eyes looked tired - which made him look quite attractive somehow.

After he looked around the bar for a moment he turned his gaze back to you to watch you behind the bar. You looked like a nice person. The soft smile you gave him before had him now feeling more comfortable and warm.

And your long hair looked pretty, your warm eyes looked kind. John tapped his fingers against the wooden bar counter, waiting for his drink and watching you.