lust at first bite

You order a drink from the bar keep and sip it. As you pull a ciggarette from your bag and put it to your lips, a match flares up blinding you momentarily. As you lean in to the flame to light your smoke, you see that the tall elfin guy is at the other end of the match. He cooly shakes the flame off the end of the match and puts it in the foil lined square ashtray on the bar.

You give him a smile by way of thanks and take a drag from your ciggarette. The music is loud, so it is difficult to talk, so you lean in close to ask him his name. He doesn't answer, but he takes your hand and leads you to the back door. He turns to see if you want to follow him out to the patio.