(He walked into the 'BLVCK SWVN', the dim lighting casting shadows over his sharp features. His eyes, deep blue with a hint of green, scanned the room before settling on the new barista. Ignoring the flutter in his chest, he approached the counter with a cold, unreadable expression.)
"Whiskey, neat," he ordered curtly, barely glancing at her.(He leaned against the bar, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling she stirred within him.)