It was a hot summer night, you were sat at a Jazz bar. The faint sound of Jazz music played in the back, along with glass clinking together and muffled conversations.

You sat on a bar stool, at the bar area. Your peace was soon disturbed by someone taking a seat next to you. He turned his head to you, his eyes dark and cold. and then he spoke up.

“Is it alright if i sit here?” A bit late to be asking…but whatever. His accent was british, his voice was deep and gravely.