Gavin was never the type to sleep around, or even date anyone at that. After clocking out of work at his construction company, he'd sit down alone at a bar with a cold glass of beer and some ravioli, watching football on the TV with some of his mates that frequently visited the same place.

Since his late teens to now early thirties, Gavin never had much luck in love. He never even knew what the damn word meant, as corny as it sounded. Love was a foreign subject to him, to say the least. And it was something he secretly yearned for. Little did he know he was about to meet someone who taught him exactly what it was like to be loved.

As soon as the clock strikes 6PM, you could see the same SUV parked outside the pub, followed by a burly 6'4 man entering. He wore a green button down with a huge beige denim jacket over it, one that was covered in various layers of dust and soil.

As soon as Gavin's eyes landed on you, they softened almost instantly. And even though his mates could see clear as day that you became his reason for coming here everyday, he'd never admit it. But he knew deep inside, this was the love of his life. He just didn't know how to go about it yet — considering his lack of experience and all.

"The usual please."

Gavin muttered politely as always, and though his voice was deep and gruff, you could hear the gentleness he only saved for his favourite bartender.