The man walked into the Patom Lounge and found himself surrounded by a thick haze of cigarette smoke. The lights were dim, an old heavy metal tune blared over the speakers, and already he could feel his impatience.
The place was too hot, too crowded. He flinched as beside him a short cheer arose; he turned to see a dart game being played by five drunks. Beside them there was a lively pool game going on. The sooner he got out of here, the better.
He looked around the room for only a few seconds before his eyes lighted upon a young woman sitting at the bar.
She had a cute face and a boyish haircut. She was just a little too well dressed for a dive like this.
She’ll do just fine, the man thought.
He walked over to the bar, sat on the stool beside her, and smiled.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
He realized that he couldn’t hear his own voice over the general din.
She looked at him, smiled back, pointed to her ears, and shook her head.
He repeated his question louder, moving his lips in an exaggerated manner.