Magic at Midnight

She thought about heading home, grabbing a book, retreating under the sheets, drinking hot chocolate, and taking a bath.
Then she saw him.
He stood in the huge front window of a bar, beer bottle in hand, a sort of bemused little scowl on his face. One hand held a pool cue. Red and yellow balls had been strewn over the pool table behind him, but he didn't look in any hurry to take a shot.
He wore a button-down, charcoal shirt and dark jeans. The shirt was open a few buttons, revealing a tanned triangle of chest. Ginny followed the path of his skin with her eyes until she reached an oval face, framed by short but attractively messy chocolate brown hair. It looked like he'd spent a good portion of the evening running his hands through it.
His eyes, what she could see of them from the street, looked just slightly exotic, like somewhere, a long way along his family tree there'd been someone Asian.
Most of all, she thought he looked lonely.
Her feet propelled her towards the bar. The guys on the door barely glanced at her as she pushed her way inside. The press of bodies warmed her up quickly, quelling the goose bumps on her arms.
She narrowly avoided getting her dressed sloshed with tepid beer as she carved a path through the revellers, towards the lone pool player at the window.
For a few moments she just studied him, thinking about what to say.
Not a syllable entered her mind.
This is stupid. Just turn around and walk away.
Just as she did, he spoke.
"You play?"
Ginny stared at him for a second.
He gestured with his cue. "You play pool, I mean?"
After a few seconds Ginny's brain processed his words and she stepped towards him. "Sure. Are you playing on your own?"
He shrugged with a scowl. "My roommate went off to the bathroom around a half hour ago. I'm pretty sure he found someone more interesting to play with."
Ginny swallowed. He's alone. Perfect.