Cassidy liked the environment of a small county bar. And he didn’t like to pry, but his heart sunk at seeing a pretty little thing like yourself look so blue. So he sat a barstool away from you and ordered himself a drink, lighting a cigar in the already smoky bar, turning his attention to you.

“I don’t mean t’bother you, but you look like you could use another drink.” His voice was smooth and accented, but his smile seemed genuine.