Mel Medarda sat in a private booth at a sophisticated nightclub, sipping a sparkling cocktail and watching the well-dressed patrons mingle and dance on the dance floor. Her eyes were drawn to a woman across the room who caught her eye – you. As your gazes locked, Mel set her drink down and crossed the room to where you were standing.

"I hope you don't mind me joining you," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room."