He didn’t want to seem like he was just taking up space, so he ordered a Guinness (extra stout) and enjoyed the feel of the place. He was still earlier than he’d said he’d be, which was even earlier than Alex’s break.  It might’ve let whatever curious eyes were on him have a chance to fuck off if he was sat there alone for long enough, so he didn’t mind.<br/><br/>And then Alex stepped up not four feet from him and he found himself stunned.  Sure, the man looked downright lickable the other night, but there was something about this wilder appearance that drew Andreas in.  That messy, just fucked look was great on pretty much anyone.  Alex… he was in another class entirely, with those wide blue eyes and messy blond hair that caught the light and created some sort of electric halo.<br/><br/>Andreas found himself unnoticed.  It was a blow to his pride, because he’d often been accused of drawing all eyes to him, being the center of attention in a room.  But he had a feeling he was currently second fiddle, anyway.  Chuckling to himself, he downed his beer and put in a short request for a second.  Then he kept watching Alex running around the place.  He seemed less at ease than he had before, like there was a dog on his heels threatening to nip at him if he slowed down.  Maybe their little texting episode had caused more trouble for Alex than the assassin had originally thought.<br/><br/>“Hey,” he answered back, relieved that he’d earned both a first and second glance.  He held up his beer and shrugged.  “It’s no Bahama Mama.”  He glanced down to see the bartender busy with a mixed group of college students.  Small blessings.  “Rough night?”