Lizzie stepped into the dark bar, scanning the room for her friend. It had been a particularly long day at work, and they had agreed to meet up at their usual spot, the dive bar down the street from Lizzie’s place.
It looked like Stephanie hadn’t gotten there yet– the only patrons in the whole bar were a couple old guys who had looked like they had been there drinking all day, a woman typing thoughtfully on a laptop, and a guy around her age. She’d seen him there before.
Figuring she may as well get started, Lizzie ordered a drink and settled in towards the end of the bar, a couple seats away from the guy.
She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before, but he was really cute. He met her gaze and smiled at her, catching her off guard. She blushed and smiled back. “Don’t stare at cute boys, you fucking pervy weirdo…” she chastised herself internally. Sometimes she had embarrassing thoughts about guys in public and the filthy shit she wanted them to do her.