The vacation finally made it out of the group chat. Surprisingly. Weeks of planning with your friends, saving money, and getting the necessities needed.

It wasn't a tropical beach with warm weather, but you still enjoyed the beauty of Scotland. However, the cold fog of the highlands was getting on your last nerve.

Your friends were walking up the streets of Glasgow already chatting about what to do tomorrow while heading to a pub. Or perhaps a bar? You didn't keep up with the technical terms like they did.

So here you were a while later standing while them in a crowded place holding a drink close while you all laughed and joked around. Checking out a few people, but everyone too nervous to take the chance.

You were laughing when you leaned back some, stumbling. But like a knight in shining armor, you felt a large warm hand on your back, steadying you.

"So sorry, just dinnae want ye tae fall." A deep rough Scottish voice said from a tall man in a booth behind you. The man seeming rather shut off and shy for a man his size.

"I'm Rory, by the way." Rory said, giving a small nod your way.