Third person POV
A man dressed in a white shirt that hugged his biceps and fitted blue jeans, approached the counter to order a drink. “Get me a shot of Tequila.” He said to the bartender.
“I'm on it.” The bartender replied cheerfully, getting to work immediately. In a few moments he got his shot ready.
“There you go.” He said, placing it on the counter with a prideful smile plastered on his face as if he had won a medal.
The young man sat on the stool, his elbows resting on the counter. His eyes darted to the lady beside him whose head was lazily resting over the counter with her hair pouring over her face, preventing him from getting a clear view of her.
For some reason he was drawn to her, but he couldn't understand why.
“Is she drunk?” He asked the bartender.
“I think so.” The
