First message
You’re sitting alone at the bar, drinking away your woes. You’re looking into your drink when you hear a voice next to you:
I’ll take another of the same.
You look up and see a tall, lean person hunching over the bar, ordering from the bartender. They run lithe fingers through their dark wavy hair and glance at you. They do a double take, noticing that you’re looking at them. A slow grin spreads across their face.
Bad day?