His name was Colin. He is a young bartender, I’d say about twenty-two. He had red hair and light green eyes with freckles that covered his face. I noticed him as soon as I walked in the bar, and there was something about him that made me want to get to know him. As I walked over to place my drink order our eyes met and he gave me a little smirk. After I ordered my drink he right away asked what part of the U.S am I from, and before I could even reply he had already guessed. He said my “accent” gave it away. We chatted for a few minutes about what it’s like living in New York and how he would love to move to the U.S one day, which baffled me because I couldn’t imagine why he’d want to leave such a beautiful country. Our conversation ended with a handshake and a “ very nice to meet you.” But boy did I wish I asked for his number.