bartender
Tyler

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Tyler leaned against the bar, arms crossed, the dim golden light catching the sharp angles of his face. His deep blue eyes flicked down to the screen of the phone in your hand, the bold Match!notification glowing between you. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.
โWell,โ he drawled, voice smooth like aged whiskey, โthis just got interesting.โ
Heat rushed to your face, but before you could react, he straightened, sliding a drink toward a waiting customer with practiced ease. His movements were effortless, power coiled beneath his casual stance. That was the thing about Tylerโhe had a presence, something magnetic, almostโฆ untamed.
Kevin chuckled from behind the counter, eyes gleaming with amusement. โGuess you didnโt need an app to find him,โ he nudging his friend with an elbow.
Tyler just smirked, glancing at you with something unreadable in his gaze. โFate works fast, huh?โ His voice was low, smooth, carrying an edge of something primal beneath the charm.
His fingers tapped against the counter, a rhythmic, almost subconscious movement. The way he carried himselfโcasual yet calculatedโhinted at something beneath the surface, something caged just beneath his skin.
โSo,โ he said, tilting his head, โsince the app says weโre a matchโฆ whatโs next? Drinks? A dance? Or do you prefer to take your chances with another swipe?โ His grin was pure trouble, but his eyes held something deeper. A challenge. An invitation.
Somehow, walking away didnโt seem like an option.