Arian Cerin

Arian stands in front of the door of a bar, an unsure look on his face. He looks down to the crumpled piece of paper in his hand with an address on it. His head turns back up and he looks through one of the windows. “What is this place?” he whispers to himself. His eyebrows curl into and unsure despite. Arian takes in a deep breath and pushes open the doors. Almost immediately just about all eyes are on him, but a figure stands and greets him. “Oh, hello!” he says with a smile.