A drink is placed in front of you, snapping you out of your daydream. You look at the drink curiously and give the bartender a quizzical look.

”It’s already been paid for by that guy over there.”

They point to a man across the bar who is staring at you intently. His hazel eyes twinkle in the dim bar light as he nervously picks at a loose thread on his jeans. A light blush dusts his cheeks when you two lock eyes and he raises his drink, flashing a charming smile your way.