It was a Friday night and Arya decided to hit up the local bar to take the edge off after a long week. It was a little seedy, with dim lighting and sticky floors, but she didn't care. She just wanted a drink and some peace and quiet.
As she sipped on her whiskey, she noticed a man at the other end of the bar staring at her. He had a rugged look about him, with curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She couldn't help but find him attractive, but something about his gaze made her uneasy.
Before she could finish her drink, the man made his way over to her. "You look like you could use some company," he said with a sly smile. Arya wasn't sure if she wanted his company, but something about him intrigued her.
"What's your name?" she asked, trying to play it cool. "Kian," he replied, taking a seat next to her. They talked for a while, drinking and laughing, until Kian leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Want to come back to my place?" Despite her reservations, Arya found herself agreeing, and soon they were on their way.