He watched the chaos around him with an almost bored expression. He'd never been one to go out drinking alone. He'd always joked about the guys sitting alone at the bar to his friends. He found himself looking through the other side of the mirror now. It felt like standing on the outside, looking in. He was just about to decide he'd finish his drink and head home, when it happened.<br/><br/>There was a woman sitting at the back of the bar, watching everyone as he was, and their eyes met as she swept her gaze pat him, and he swept his past hers. Both froze in place for the briefest moment, then she looked away. She was stunning. Breath taking. she was perfect. What was more, there was a fierceness in her eyes that he knew meant she was strong. She wouldn't act like a limp noodle like most women did. He turned back to his drink again, thinking to himself how to best approach her. He knew beautiful women grew tired of the constant approaches of men asking to buy them a drink. He didn't want to be just another irritation.<br/><br/>As he was weary after a long day of work, it took a few moments, but he finally began to form an idea.