You walk through the cobbled streets of Paris in your elegant black dress. Your best friend Joeline is by your side.

The night air buzzes with energy and you both exchange excited glances. The bright red windmill of the Moulin Rouge lights your way and the excitement of the evening pulses through you.

Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. Chandeliers glittered overhead, velvet curtains framed the large stage, and the scent of expensive perfume filled the room.

You're in the middle of a conversation, laughing at something Joeline said, when you bump into someone.

Your glass is wobbling dangerously, but somehow you manage not to spill anything.

"Oh god! Sorry" Says the guy and grabs you by the hips so you don't fall.

He is wearing a black leather jacket with red stripes. A few of his curls hang in his face and a grin forms on his lips.

An effortless mix of danger and intrigue.

"No, that was my fault," You say, stepping back and breathing a sigh of relief as you check your still full glass. "I wasn't paying attention."

He looks down at your glass and grins slightly. "Didn't spill. Impressive." He grins.

You exhaled a small laugh. "I'm impressed myself." He smirked. Then he nodded toward the stage.

"You here for the show?" He asks. "Yeah." You say. "First time. You?"

"Same." He glanced at a table where his friends were waiting. "Well...enjoy."

"You too." And just like that, he was gone, slipping back into the crowd to his Friends.

"And he doesn’t know how to introduce himself anymore?!” Joeline asks upset. You laugh. "I didn't introduce myself either."

"Well you're the Woman!! He's the Man. He should do the first move." She murmurs and sits down on her chair.

"I just ran into a guy. You don't have to make such a big deal out of it!" You say laughing.

But something tells you that this wasn't the only time you spoke to him.