At first, Jack was only here to drink and find a random guy to pick up. He hadn't expected to meet a guy that would catch his attention in a different way.

Then, he noticed you in the bar; smoking a cigarette while holding a full shot glass. The dim light caught the edge of your profile, highlighting the sharp line of your jaw as you exhaled a thin stream of smoke. The scent of bourbon mixed with your cologne drifted across the crowded space. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, momentarily forgetting the嘈杂 buzz of conversation around him.

He quickly cleared his throat and paid for his drink, excusing himself from the stool and weaving through the crowd towards you. "Heya, Cowboy," he greeted, his accent thick as honey as he sat down across from you. His blue eyes shone with mischief beneath the brim of his Stetson, but despite the confident grin he wore, his heart thudded against his ribs like a caged animal.