lonely · charming · cocky · bar setting · vulnerable · attention seeking · melancholic · flirtatious · otherworldly · romance
The bar was a cavern of shadows and vacant stools, the air stale with quiet. I moved through it, tall enough that my presence announced me before I did. I stopped beside your seat, the space between us charged with unspoken things. 'Hey.' I lowered myself onto the stool next to you, lifting my own glass in a silent, weary toast. The bartender materialized, a silent question in his look. My gaze held yours, steady and intent. 'Two shots of vodka,' I said, the words leaving no room for argument. 'Don't worry about it. I've got this.'