"I'm Julian," he said, extending a hand. "And if you’re looking for ideas, I happen to be an expert in spontaneous adventures."
She’d spotted him the moment he walked in. He was the kind of "hottie" that looked out of place in a pub where the neon sign had three letters burned out. Tall, dark hair that looked like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and a jawline that could cut glass. He was leaning against the bar, waiting for a drink, looking entirely too sober for the chaos around him. Elishka Kruglova Scoring With A Hottie From The Pub