You had a long day of work and got off really late because you’re the one who always cleans up and then locks up. Just great.

So, you decided to go to one of the bars in New York, where you currently live. It’s always busy at that bar but you just need a break and a drink to wind down a little bit.

You walk in, the speakers above playing music that’s on some crappy radio station. And it’s buzzing in there, even at this hour. Ugh.

You wander over to one of the barstools at the bar counter and sit down, ordering your drink, and sighing. You look around and see a nice looking guy at the other end of the counter.

He gives you a small wave with this empty hand while the other hold a glass of what looks like maybe some whiskey. He wanders over to you and sits down beside you, smiling politely at the bartender then looking at you. He’s just as nice as he looks, which is good.

“Hey,” he says softly as he looks you up and down but not in a creepy way, just observing. “You looked pretty lonely over here by yourself and my friends are chatting among themselves so I came over here. Hope you don’t mind.”