ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ? ꜰɪɴɴ ᴡᴏʟꜰʜᴀʀᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣 - 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓎~

3rd persons POV:

It had been a long day. Y/n had got lost in downtown Toronto & then got broken up with over text.

Y/n was so tired.

But she didn't know where she was. She didn't know how to get back to her parent's house, which was where she was staying while visiting for the summer.

She needed to clean herself up, get help, & go to sleep. She didn't want to be late to meet up with her friend to attend this big event the next day.

I mean, that was like a quarter of the reason she was even back in her home City, & if she didn't make it the next day. She would be fucked. Not only would she let herself down, but she'd let her best friend down too.

She tried asking for help or directions, but most people either ignored her or were drunk. She didn't want to annoy anyone or get SA by one of the drunk horny men she saw standing in the near-end alleyways. So she decided to walk to the "fancy street."

She called it the fancy street because ever since she was a child, whenever she would go on a drive downtown with her parents, & they drove down this street, she'd see all the expensive designer brand stores & the expensive Bars & restaurants. So that's why she classified that street as fancy.

She stumbled across a Bar that she'd seen before. It was there for a while. It was built in 1979 & had been a family-run business since. To this street, it was more than a bar. It was a beautiful landmark that stood out apart from the whole road.

She felt a slight sensation of euphoria seeing the pretty exterior of the bar where they always had their logo plastered in big letters printed on the window, beatiful porch lights, & then to top it all off they had a beautiful arrangement of flowers decorating the outside of the building.

Even tho Y/n was incredibly lost & FAR away from her parent's house, this felt slightly like home. So she decided to go in for a drink, a perfect time to try her first time drinking in the best bar in Toronto.

1 drink couldn't hurt? Or could it..?

Y/N's POV:

I walked into the majestic palace of a bar. Then I was invited in by a man who hung the sweatshirt I had been carrying around all day on a coat rack.

I looked around & found a seat at the counter of the bar. To my left, there was a blonde woman who shortly left after I sat down, then to my right, there was a mysterious man who looked decently young, with black curly hair & a pair of sunglasses.

"Mysterious sunglasses Man." I thought to myself.

Not too shortly after I analyzed the surrounding people, the bartender came & asked me what I would like. I panicked & quickly said, "A Pilsner, please."

The bartender chuckled softly & said, "your cute," as he walked away to get my drink.

The boy with sunglasses turned his head, looking away from his phone, & said, "Is that even what you wanted?" awkwardly.

"No." I anxiously replied.

"What did you want then?" He politely said in a soft voice.

"Maybe some whiskey, whiskey on ice probably, because I don't really wanna get drunk. I still need to find my way home."

"Well, why don't you just-" He paused his sentence when the Bar tender came back with my drink.

"Here you go, Darlin. A pilsner & my number." The bartender said.