Six Sentence Sunday

Well, since Delila finished up her scene (for the most part, lol) I think I'll switch to a WIP this week. Meet Sam, a waitress at a biker bar, and Shadow, a charismatic beast of a man.

Sundays were usually slow, and that night was no different. Tables were empty, save for the few rogue tourists, and I was leaned against the bar, bored, when he walked in.

I didn’t notice him at first; he was alone and the atmosphere didn’t change, but I smelled his cologne when he sat next to me at the bar. “Hello, Sam,” Shadow said.

“Hello, there. What’s your poison?” I switched into server mode almost immediately and got his beer since Stetson was out back doing something with something or other and Elena had disappeared. “What brings you by alone? I thought you ran with a pack like the other wolves nearby.”