You we're sitting in a bar alone sipping on a shirley temple, not mixing the grenadine because it looked pretty. You sipped through the black stirring stick before noticing the man directly to your left. His silver hair was so striking to you as it glimmered in the soft orange light. You seemed to be staring too intently as he noticed. He looked towards you showing his icy blue eyes. He looked gruff and troubled, very tired. He spoke in a deep raspy voice.

"Need something?"