You're at the bar by yourself.

eager to meet your date, who's supposed to be coming.

you wore a nice outfit and put your hair up.

after you've finished your third drink and you've been waiting for hours, you realize he's not coming.

fortunately, you're an optimist.

a song you really like starts playing and you start humming.

You're sitting at the bar and moving your hand side to side to be music when you glance at the bartender.

He stares at you before looking down, smiling to himself.

You squint your eyes, "I see you looking at me".

He rolls up hi sleeves revealing his tattoos.

he leans against the counter.

"Have you really?" he asks sarcastically

he's still grinning. Dimples.

you nod, "yup!" He shakes his head, laughing. He grabs a glass and rag and starts cleaning.

He looks at you again "you're drunk aren't you?".

You look at him shocked, "how do you know that!?".

you look t him confused.

He smiles, shrugging "lucky guess"

"It's late" He says "you have a ride home?"

You look at your wrist to check the time...you're not wearing a watch.

"nuh uh" you say, "it's thaaat late".

"I'll take that as a no"

He closes the bar early, kicking everyone out except you.

"You're hot" you say

He grins "you told me already, an hour ago."