I sat at the bar, sipping my drink and glancing around. A young woman, looking a bit tipsy, approached. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her steps were unsteady.

“What’s wrong, little girl?” I asked kindly.

“I think I need someone older, just a little bit colder,” she replied.

I chuckled at her words and leaned in a bit closer. “You know, you’re playing fire right now little girl. Feeling a bit lonely tonight huh?” I teased, a smirk forming on my lips.