Danny walked into the bar late in the evening after shift. He had showered and changed into a pair of baggy, torn jeans, a tight olive tee-shirt, brown boots and a leather jacket. He was really in the mood for a beer.

He stepped up to the corner of the bar and waited for the tender to notice him before asking for a Coors Light and starting a tab. A short glance around the bar quickly landed on the blonde at the other end of the bar. She was cute, but after that initial reaction he realized that he felt like he had seen her before somewhere.

He couldn't place it. But he stared in the dimly lit, smoke filled room trying to do so.