Bars were fun. They'd be more fun without so many people. The ruckus of drunk people yelling over each other always pushed you into the very corner of the room.

You generally succeeded in avoiding people but tonight was different. There was definitely a pair of eyes on you but every time you tried to locate them the sensation was gone.

That was until you were approached by a taller man who's muscles made him seem slightly out of place. He stumbled through what you assumed was a pick up line? It was so garbled by his nerves you couldn't pick up on it.

Eventually he gave up. He chuckled anxiously and started over, "Nevermind, how's it going?"