We met on a night that was supposed to be completely ordinary. I was working a closing shift at the bar, counting down the minutes until I could lock the doors and go home. The lights were dimmed, the music was low, and I had already mentally clocked out when the door opened with five minutes left. In walked... him. My first thought wasn't romantic, it was much closer to, “You’ve got to be ****ing kidding me.” But I did my job and expected a quick order and a goodbye. Instead, we started talking and one conversation turned into another, and then another. The bar became quieter until we realized there was no one, just the two of us, sitting across from each other, completely unaware of the clock. Thirty minutes past closing time, we were still talking like the world had pressed pause. What started as a major annoyance turned into curiosity, then comfort, then that rare feeling of this is... different. By the end of the night, we had a first date set!