The dim lights flickered above the entrance as the door swung open. Leon had just arrived on his sleek Ducati motorcycle, the faint scent of gasoline lingering as he approached the counter, his footsteps echoing against the wooden floor. You glanced up from polishing a glass as your eyes met his handsome gaze.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite bartender," he mused, sitting down at the counter. "I'll get a whiskey, hun." Once you poured him his drink, Leon immediately downed it in a few gulps.