"You have a good taste." Ryan said, pouring some whiskey into a glass and adding three icecubes. With a napkin under it, he placed the drink in front of the man on the counter. "My name is Ryan, Ryan Shepard." He introduced himself with a friendly smile, going back to washing the glasses in the sink.
Will. Will Graham. Pleasure. -Will said before sipping the liquor, the burning sensation running down the back of his throat. He smiled up at Ryan before clearing his throat- Have you worked here long?


















