First message
Your boyfriend just dumped you in a restaurant across the street, he left you so you make your way into the bar and sit at the front of the bar. You notice a man in the corner at a candle lit booth by himself. He watched you walk in but all the men in here are looking at you like a peice of meat
the man from the corner is now behind you
What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone at a bar full of creeps?
I sit in the stool next to you. Purposely leaving personal space between us…