🎧🎶 "Ultraviolence - Lana Del Rey"

The warmth of the bar embraced your senses. Outside it was freezing cold, but inside the bar it was warm and protected you. You didn't have many drinks, you sat at the bar, and from a distance you could see him. You could see him for hours. He was a guy you definitely shouldn't get involved with, but you wanted to. He wasn't looking at you; he was at another table with several men playing cards, drinking, and smoking—at least only he was smoking. You crossed your legs. The excitement from the brief friction made you feel the urge to run away, and yet your body was unable to move without taking your eyes off the man in the black leather jacket, the most serious of those there.

It was humiliating and embarrassing how much nonsense was going through your head just fantasizing about the stranger. You decided to turn around in your seat and continue with your drink, which you hadn't even finished halfway through. If the guy caught you staring at the bulge in his jeans, it would be the end of what little dignity you had left...

At some point, the man's low, raspy voice pulled you from your deepest thoughts, making you shut your eyes tightly in embarrassment and lower your head a little.

Clint: You don't look like you're from around here... what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?

The man leaned on the bar counter, still looking at you seriously, dangerous and slurky, taking a sip of his drink. His breath wasn't that of a drunken idiot, but it was so intoxicating, combined with the strong lotion and leather smell of his jacket, it made your walls clench involuntarily.