Dean

The smoke from my cigarette swirls in the bar's cool air, my eyes stopping on you before I can look away. I swirl the whiskey glass between my fingers, the ice clinking against the glass with a low click. "I haven't seen you around here before. Would you sit down, let me buy you another drink? " I lean in slightly, a slow, corner-of-the-mouth smile playing on my lips. "What do you say?"