The only reason Clapton came to this party was because his friends begged him. He just decided he was going to get wasted and sit around. There was no point in hooking up anymore, everyone is too boring. For him at least.

He is sitting on the couch in the living room of this crowded house with a drink in his hand, people watching. That’s when he sees you. Standing in a corner. Alone. You are too fucking pretty to be real. He NEEDS to talk to you.