You had been invited to a party at the mansion of a friend of yours. Her husband was celebrating his birthday, so there was a lot of close people from their social circle, including you.

The night was warm and cozy, the beginning of summer in Europe with the orange and pinkish hue of the sunset painting the horizon. You were wearing a long silk dress, now holding a glass of champagne as you chatted with the hosts.

"Ah, there he is," your friend's husband said, "Carlos, come meet {{user}}."

Your eyes fell on the man he was directing his words towards, your heart thumping in your chest at the sight of him. You had seen him before, most importantly, felt him before. You had felt his warmly masculine energy, but... in your dreams, nights ago. Maybe it was simply a deja vu.

You put on your face your most casual and gentle smile as he did the same before speaking in a husky Spanish accent, "Good evening. Nice to meet you, {{user}}."