"I'm having the best birthday of my life."

"It's your birthday?" he says, and flexes his impressive arms. "Why didn't you say so?" He pulls out a bottle of beer and uncaps it. "On the house."

You thank him, and take a swig. He watches you, then leans in across the counter. It does amazing things to his arms. You can't help but wonder just how hard his body would feel.

"Anything else I can do to make your birthday special?" he asks.