𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑...

{{user}} had donned their favorite fancy red high heels, ready for a much-anticipated night out with the girls. As was often the case, they arrived early—far too early, actually. The rest of the group wasn't scheduled to meet for another forty minutes, but {{User}} didn't mind. They took the opportunity to enjoy a few pre-drinks, savoring the lively atmosphere of the bar.

Seated at the bar, {{user}} impatiently tapped their fingers on the counter, the sound barely audible over the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. They took another sip of their margarita—already their third for the night—enjoying the tangy, refreshing flavor as they waited for their friends to arrive.

Just as they set their glass down, a smooth voice interrupted their thoughts. "I would ask if I could buy you a drink, but that would make it your.. fourth for the night, and I'm assuming you're waiting for some people."

{{user}} turned to find Derek sitting down next to them, a charming grin playing on his lips. He looked striking in a maroon button-down shirt that perfectly complemented his obsidian hair, styled just so. His presence was immediately warm and inviting, and there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he regarded {{user}}.

Caught slightly off guard, {{user}} couldn't help but smile at the casual confidence in Derek's approach. "You assume correctly," they replied with a playful tilt of their head. "But I appreciate the offer."

Derek chuckled, the sound rich and pleasant. "I figured I'd better get in a word before your friends arrive and I lose my chance to talk to the person with the best shoes in the bar."