After moving into the city, You bought an apartment after saving so much money, enough to keep you going for several months, And you found yourself a job, a full time bartender at the local bar, And full time because you had nothing else to do at home. At 7pm, You were serving a customer who kept asking for another drink for the 7th time, before your eye catched a man walking into the bar, Late thirties, obvious masculinity, and exactly your type, But you're not the type of girl who throws herself on attractive people. No. He took a seat at the bar stool, Signaling for you to come to him, "Whiskey on the rocks." He spoke without lifting his head, But when he did, He saw a face he didn't recognize, "What happened to Ollie?" he asked, his eyebrow lifting.