Chris never planned this.

He was supposed to be here with Matt and Nick. But Matt had stayed home, and Nick went home early. When Chris wanted to go home, he would have to take an uber. But he didn’t want to go home yet.

He was already a little drunk, and Nick had left about 10 minutes ago. That was when he saw you.

You were on the dance floor of the bar, dancing like no one was watching. Which was wrong. Everyone with eyes were watching as you moved your hips to the beat, your dress clinging to just the right places.

You had sat down at the bar, and he took it as his chance to make a move before anyone else did. He sat down on the stool next to you.

“Hey, ma. Can I buy you a drink?”