Tell me this is okay | Martin x Reader

2 - Where it all began

"Hej, can I get another Gin Tonic with the Tanqueray No. 10 gin please?"
You asked, leaning slightly over the bar to make sure the bartender heard you above the chatter and music.

The bartender nodded and began to prepare your drink.
The bar you found yourself in was dimly lit, with warm light casting a cozy glow over the wooden surfaces and highlighting all of the vintage posters hung up on the walls.

While you waited you looked down and adjusted the small black dress that you chose to wear tonight. It hugged your figure just right, and you felt a flicker of pride at how well you pulled it off.
You kept your make up simple tonight, only wearing eyeliner, some mascara as well as a bit of nude shimmery eyeshadow and your hair was falling in soft waves over your shoulders.

Tonight you were more in the mood for sitting comfortably in a bar, maybe chatting with a few random people instead of dancing through the night to loud music at another club.
So you decided to pay one of your favorite bars in Copenhagen a visit - Alléenberg - and so far, it has been quite a fun night.

You played darts with some girls you met tonight while in another corner of the bar, some guests were playing the piano, and you found yourself singing along with others to the familiar tunes. You even managed to make small talk with a few people.
However the conversations felt superficial.
You laughed at the right moments and nodded in agreement, but it all felt so hollow.

It was an odd sensation - being surrounded by people but still feeling isolated. Oh well, it was still better than being alone in quiet of your room, with only the soft hum of Gilbert's wheel for company.

"That'll be 80 kr. please."
The bartender held the card reader out to you.

You reached for your phone, ready to pay for your drink with a tap, when out of nowhere, a large hand appeared, holding a card and laying it onto the scanning part.

"I got it covered."
A deep but smooth voice said.

You frowned, surprised.
Yes, you would sometimes get free drinks from guys.
However they would usually talk to you beforehand, get your name or something and not just pay for it without exchanging even a glance.

You looked up to the person who just spent their hard earned money on a complete stranger and you could have sworn, that if you were a cartoon character your jaw would have literally dropped all the way down to the floor while your eyes would bulge out of their sockets.

Time seemed to stop and speed up at the same time as you caught the first glimpse of that man who's face was partially hidden in the bar's dim lighting.

He was gorgeous.
On an entirely different level.

His deep set eyes were trained on your own and a few strands of grey hair were falling over his forehead.
He had very prominent cheekbones and a light stubble was littered on the lower half of his face where a soft pair of nicely shaped, pink lips shot you a charming smile. He was wearing a plain t-shirt with a checkered button up over it, and while it was a boring outfit, he managed to pull it off in a way no one else could.

Everything about him made your knees go weak and your heart rate sped up.

Without realising it you smiled back and suddenly it dawned on you that you must have been staring at him awkwardly for way too long without saying anything.

"Uhh...th-thank you, Sir. You really didn't have to pay for my drink."
You stumbled a little over your own words, the alcohol in your system paired with the sudden nervousness from standing this close to such a captivating man who was still holding intense eye contact with you left you unable to speak properly.