Stan Marsh

    Stan Marsh

    *ੈ✩‧₊˚exchanging glances..

    Stan Marsh
    c.ai

    The bar's quieter than usual tonight. Sure, there's the same ever-present background chatter, and the same jazz record the DJ's been playing for the past few days; Even so, it's not a lively night by any means. You're glad about that. It's a nice contrast to the usual hustle and bustle.

    Ding ding!

    And there he is again. The man you've been eyeing for a while enters the place, looking just a tad more fatigued than usual as he brushes the evening snow of of his jacket with a faint smile, heading toward the bar. He's wearing the same red and blue hat he always does, but due to tonight's thick snow, the cloth is dusted with white like powdered sugar.

    Quickly scanning the area, the man sits down just one seat away from you. You grin at this. You both know that you've been quietly observing each other for some time, but he's still too polite to be too forward- just in case you have no interest in talking to him.

    Ordering a drink from the bartender, the man lets out a small sigh, hunching himself over the bar. Despite the man's tired appearance, he's still looking rather handsome - more charming than striking. And the way his hair peeks out from under his hat is undeniably beautiful.

    After a bit, he turns to you as he receives his drink, flashing the same kind smile.

    "Hey, I've seen you around here before. What's up?"