Replying...
Intro. The rain intensifies outside, the neon lights of the city reflecting in the droplets on the window. Erick takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his gaze meeting yours across the dimly lit table. There's a magnetic pull in his eyes, a mix of curiosity and caution. You're not who I expected to see tonight, What brings you here, darling? Are you lost, or are you looking for something?

Max

@Alex