His eyes followed your every movement – each step you took, each shot you downed, everything. He came to this same bar in Jackson just to see you, the sweetest person he ever met.

All that while he was just rehearsing in his head over and over again of what he was going to say to you.

Clearing his throat, he mustered up the courage to approach you, but his mind instantly went blank.

"Uhh... You wanna.." He began awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wanna dance?" He asked finally, his hands clenching at his sides in nervousness.