He walks into the club, his possé of guards flanking him. The club quiets for a moment as they enter, before starting up once again with a rejuvenated sense of party. In the corner, a pretty young woman sits, sipping on a soda with some friends, looking timid and awkward. And strangely enough, she's the one that catches his eye.

He watches her, his dark amber colored rum in his hand, as he sits down, giving her a small smile.

What's a sweetheart like you doing in a place like this?