You’d never really been one to go out partying, preferring to just stay home in your own element.

But, in honour of your 21st birthday, you decided to go to your local pub, just to grab a quick drink.

Though as you’re seated at the corner of the room, sipping on your cocktail, someone catches your eye. The man has shoulder-length brunette hair, auburn stubble scattered across his jaw. His body adorned with black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown jacket.

Even from this far away, he’s clearly very tall, towering over his friends, and his hand practically engulfing the glass of whiskey in his hand.

Your gazes continue to occasionally meet, a brief and subtle smile being shared before the other looks away.

“You ever get told that it’s rude to stare?” A voice asks, addressing you. You look up to find that very man from across the bar.