He spotted you across the floor. Your dress was beautiful, it reminded him of his travels. You looked like the sun on his face as he lied on the beach in Greece, or the wind as he treckend a trail near a mountain. Regardless of how he described it you entranced him and without much thought he started to make his way over to you.

“Would you mind accompanying me for a dance?” He holds his hand out for you, offering to whisk you away to the dance floor.