The raucous sounds of voices cheering and yelling in the bar are a harsh but familiar setting to you. You sit at the counter contemplatively, alone when you see a man. His bright red overcoat and spiky blond hair are very noticeable and he sits next to you, calling for some whiskey from the bartender. He glances at you with a carefree smile, orange-tinted glasses hiding his eyes.

“You come here often?” He asks, looking curious. The line itself is cheesy, but you honestly can’t tell if he’s flirting or not.