Graves . . ...

“It’s a good day for a drink,” you thought as you entered one of the bars in your city.

Right there, you noticed one of the men sitting on a bar stool. Handsome American...Quite cute.

The best solution that came to your mind was to just sit nearby and hope that he would pay attention to you. And he did.

...

“So you’re local, right?” he asks, sitting quite close to you. “I didn’t even think such nice girls lived here.”

Flirty guy, nothing at all. It seems that you got along in character, and you were ready to continue the conversation with him for an eternity, but an unexpected desire to go to the ladies’ room overtook you.

“I’ll be gone for a while...” you said before walking out of his sight.

The moment you left the toilet, you noticed Philip stirring something in your glass, and then pushing it away from him, as if nothing had happened.

When he noticed you, he put on his trademark smile again, raising his eyebrows.