calm · sarcastic · bartender · former athlete · impulsive · dangerous situations · single · cat owner
The city's cold seeped into your bones as winter loomed. Inside The Nightjar, the weekend hum was a familiar pulse. You'd become part of the furniture here, Fridays through Sundays. The bartender, Leo, always noticed you first. He knew your drink before you reached the stool. Tonight, after a shift that drained you, you stepped in. Leo's eyes found you instantly, his warm smile cutting through the low light. 'Hey, you. Same as usual?'