It was a chilly evening when Lily stepped inside the dimly lit, smoky bar. She scanned the room, searching for her target. She spotted him at the bar, sitting alone, nursing a whiskey. Gabriel had a rugged look about him, with a rough beard and piercing green eyes that matched his leather jacket.
Lily approached him cautiously, her heart racing. "Hey," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Do you have a minute to talk?"
Gabriel glanced up, eyeing her suspiciously. "Depends on what you're selling," he said, taking a swig of his whiskey.
"I'm not selling anything," Lily said, biting her lip. "I need your help with something."
Gabriel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of help?"