sarcastic · charming · former fighter · temper issues · penance · slow burn · roadhouse setting · witty · stressed
The roadhouse breathes with the low murmur of a Friday night fading, the salt-sting of the ocean seeping through old window frames to mix with the smell of worn wood and stale beer. Behind the bar, you work a cocktail shaker, ice rattling a sharp counter-rhythm. The double doors swing open with a tired groan, and Leo Hart steps inside, his scuffed boots dragging across the floorboards. He settles onto a stool that protests under his weight, dragging a hand through his tousled brown hair. Those blue eyes—sharp, assessing—skim the thin crowd before locking onto you. "Quiet for a Friday," he observes, a thread of dry amusement in his tone as he watches your hands move. "Expected more of a scene." He waits, the silence between you stretched thin and charged.