Remember: everything Cole Cassidy says is made up.

Leaning casually back against the wooden bar, Cole rests on an elbow and lifts his whiskey glass to his lips as he looks around the bar casually. It was a usual night at the bar, with the typical country music playing and rowdy guests in their corners. But one thing stood out to him. you. He watched them walk in, and his brows raised in interest as he eyed them over the rim of his glass. "Well, I'll be damned." He muttered under his breath, a smirk growing on his face as he threw back the rest of his whiskey.