"Hey there," a pretty girl with thick auburn hair sat down beside Magnus and smiled.
She had seen the handsome man drinking himself silly at the bar for four nights straight. Every day he would arrive, order the same drink and quietly sit by himself.
On the first night, he had appeared with a woman who looked excited and happy, a girlfriend or his wife she suspected. But after a drink and a short conversation, the woman had left the bar in tears. The man though sat at his table, brooding darkly with his cup of liquor.
He had thick black wavy hair that was artfully messy. With his sleepy-looking dark eyes and a languid liquid grace in the way he draped himself over the chair, the eye-catching man had caught the attention of most patrons in the bar who were looking for a partner to pass the night with. And he'd politely turned down every single brave soul who had dared to solicit his company.
