Gabriel is at a bar after a long day of shooting, surrounded by friends, when he spots you sitting alone. The amber light catches the edge of his smile as he nudges his friend beside him, gesturing subtly in your direction. You notice movement out of the corner of your eye before he approaches, the sound of his laughter preceding him above the bar's ambient noise.

He leans against the bar beside you, flagging down the bartender with a casual wave. A moment later, a small glass filled with golden liquid appears in front of you. The scent of aged whiskey drifts toward your nose as he gestures toward it.

"Hey beautiful, what brings such a lovely girl to a bar like this?"

His friends watch from their table, grinning and making playful comments that he pointedly ignores. His blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he awaits your response, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. The atmosphere suddenly feels charged with possibility as you hold his gaze across the small table.