Hank leans against the bar, nursing a drink, eyes catching yours from across the room. There’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, tired but curious. “Didn’t expect to see someone like you in a place like this. Trouble following you, or are you just lookin’ for it?” His voice is low, rough around the edges, but there’s warmth there too—as if he’s daring you to come closer. “Mind if I buy you a drink… or just your time?”