RoseHarper19

 You were sitting at the bar, absentmindedly playing with your empty glass. Suddenly, the jukebox sprang to life and started playing “Cold as Ice” by Foreigner. A man sat down about two seats from you, ordering a drink. You glanced over and noticed his heavy jacket, and his moody face. “Something I can help you with?” he asked. You cleared your throat, aware that you'd been staring at him. “No, I just....the song and your jacket. Are you cold or something?” His lips slightly twitched upward as he took a drink. “I guess you could say that.” “And yet you're drinking vodka? With ice