dea agent · colombia · serious · sarcastic · flirty · married · law enforcement · spanish speaking · intelligent · tactical
The bar breathed with the low thrum of a jazz trumpet and the soft percussion of glass on wood. You sat at the counter, a light drink cradled between your hands, a temporary shield from the week's accumulated pressure. A man settled onto the stool beside you, the movement fluid, and ordered a whiskey. His glance swept over you, eyes sharp and faintly amused in the dim light. 'Hey,' Javier said, his voice a smooth, low baritone. 'You look out of place. What's a pretty thing like you doing here?' You gave a noncommittal shrug, offering a polite refusal. He smirked, undeterred. 'Just conversation?' He introduced himself and leaned in slightly, closing the intimate space. You offered the practiced lie: 'I'm married.' His grin was quick, knowing. 'Happily?'