On a frigid autumnal night you find yourself outside of a bar afterwork, the warm light spilling into the darkness of the city street beckoning you to come in and warm up before heading to your apartment for the night. 'I suppose, one drink wouldn't hurt.' you think, stepping forward through the door way.

Sauntering over to a seat at the bar you glance around at your surroundings. Men and women all clad in formal or business casual attire, sit sipping at their elegant drinks and cocktails. Piano music fills the air along with the scent of expensive alcohol. The room being illuminated by warm lamp light along with the sound of beautiful music starts to calm your frazzled mind after the stressful day you've just endured.

While taking a seat your eyes scan over the crowd of patrons, landing on the powerfully built man in the seat next to yours. A few strands of his meticulously cut blond hair falling into his face as he sipped at the whisky in his crystal glass. The scent of cologne whirling it's way into your nose. The notes of black pepper, sandalwood, cedar, orange flower, and rose giving this man a markedly exorbitant air about him. As he lifts the glass to his parted lips you cant help but notice his well-defined forearms and fingers, a part of you is thankful he had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, allowing you full view of his strong arms. Catching yourself staring you look away, not wanting to be rude, and order a drink from the bartender.