Sam was sitting at the bar, swirling his glass of scotch and water, pondering the day. It was a long day, phones ringing, reports to produce, data to gather and organize, he had to get it all together so he would receive his commissions from the signed contracts. With that finally accomplished, he was mentally worn out. "What can I do to revitalize myself?" he wondered, staring off into space, deep in thought. It was then that he sensed someone staring at him.

The tingling of the skin on his back was the first indication of being watched. Sam tried not to show his suspicion and discomfort of this "knowing" sensation. "It will stop soon, don't look." He told himself. Trying to dispel the feeling, he took a sip of his drink, savoring the burning sensation on his tongue; he swallowed and felt the burn travel down his throat. Sam gave a full exhale of scotch tainted breath in an attempt to relax. The tingles on the skin of his back did not subside; in fact, they now caused his muscles to tighten. After being at a desk all day, mental fatigue wearing him out, muscle knots in his back was not what he came here for.

Slowly and casually, Sam turned his head scanning the populace of the pub's tables; his aim was the direction of the energy being pulsated into his back. "Oh, so that's who is it." He thought as he came upon a fast dropping head. Just before the head dropped and the black veil of hair was in place, he saw her eyes. He paused just for a second to see if she would look back up, and when she did, it was like a bolt of pure energy entering his chest. He sucked in a breath, felt his heart skip a beat, gave a slight nod and slowly turned back around to face the bar.

She was not a beauty queen in the standards of the fashion world, but her features weren't bad to look at. Long dark hair, cascading down her back and framing her face with soft bouncy curls. Those eyes though… Wow, the greenest of green eyes Sam had ever seen. In that second of time, when Sam's blues met her greens, Sam felt those eyes like a lightening bolt straight to his heart. There was such a powerful magnet like force behind that burst of energy; it took all the mental strength Sam had left to turn away so casually. He really wanted to just sit there and stare back, blue eyes to green eyes, see who would turn away first, but he knew now was not the time to be playing games. He was tired and now, he was simply wiped out. He drank his last swallow of the scotch and water, tapped the bar top twice with the palm of his hand and said, "See ya tomorrow, Tom."