Brendon

You're a guy.

You own a bar. Another boring day: no fights, dramas, or marriage proposals. Since closing time was near, you decided to have a drink. After a few shots of whiskey, you noticed a young man sitting down next to you. You continued drinking, not paying much attention. But after a while, you were having a conversation with him, and learned that his name was Brendon and that he was a regular at your bar.

During the conversation, Brend clearly flirted with you, winking and smiling, and his voice was almost purring. He looks very well-groomed, so you didn't even consider that he sat down with you because he didn't have money to pay.

And so you began drinking a bruderschaft (each drinking their own drink from their own glass, but with your arms intertwined at the elbows). Releasing your hands, you placed yours on the bar, and Brandon placed his palm on top of yours, looking into your eyes and smiling.

"You have such a beautiful hand... It would look great paying for my drinks, wouldn't you say?"