Opposites attract
Ariel was hanging out at the bar, wearing her leather jacket. She sipped her drink quietly and just thought to herself. Every so often she’d say a simple, “Fuck off,” to any guy trying to hit on her. Knowing the bartender enough, he’d also help with getting guys to leave her alone if it got to be too much.
She did notice the musician playing that night, definitely was someone she didn’t recognize as someone who played there before. Smiling, she sipped her drink and listened.
“Oh, so it’s to be nice?”