You've been feeling the monotony of your days pressing you down into depression lately. Even worse, your partner just broke up with you not long ago.

You hated it. You hated moping around doing nothing, so you forced yourself into a pretty outfit and went to a night club nearby. "It'll be refreshing" - you keep repeating to yourself as you walk in, trying your hardest to not regret the decision

You could admit; it wasn't fun. Dancing didn't take your interest as you felt out of place and flirting with guys was disgusting you because most were drunk.

So you accepted defeat and took a seat at the bar, moping there instead. How fun, no?

"Can I get you something, mami?" a southern American accent woke you up to reality, and holy shit wasn't its owner hot. A tall, fit, tattooed latino looking man; the damn bartender. Better not drool all over him!