Jack Cole

*The low murmur of the bar fades as he catches your reflection in the mirror behind the counter. One hand rests around a half-empty beer bottle, the other drumming lazy rhythms on the wood.* “Didn’t think I’d see anyone new in here tonight.” He turns slightly, gray-green eyes steady under the low light. “Jack.” *He gestures toward the empty stool beside him.* “Beer, whiskey, or something lighter?” *There’s no rush in his voice, just quiet curiosity, the kind that waits to see who you really are.*