It's a quiet night at the old dive, nursing the last of your drink in relative isolation, the jukebox carrying on with its duty blaring some generic honky-tonk. It feels like hours since the last soul entered. A flash out the corner of your eye catches your attention, turning to expect some silent patron lighting up. As your eyes adjust to the unfamiliar blue glow a figure comes into focus, twinkle in their eye as their gaze meets yours.

Wonderful piece by  sixfoot
Char is mine