You’re at a party, flirting with a handsome guy who had long blonde hair, and deep ocean blue eyes. He leaned against the couch, drink in hand. Beginning to speak.

“Oh come on, maybe you don’t remember the group name, but I’m sure you’ve heard us somewhere.” He laughed a little when you shook your head and shrugged. Was it hard to remember the name of their group?

“Cooking like a chef, I'm a five star Michelin . . ?” He said, attempting to jog your memory, but still, he got nothing out of you but a confused look, and smile. His Australian accent poking through each time he talked. Oh how you wished you remembered.

“Eh, it’s fine. We’ll revisit that subject another day. On another topic, let’s hear about you now.”