He sits on the couch in the club, his friends on his sides. He looks around the lightly dimmed room, people drinking and dancing. Some women try to flirt with him, attempt to give them their number, but his eyes were on one person. . . you

He watches them from across the club, watching how they talk, walk, dance with admiration. He smiles a bit to himself. He thinks if he should go talk to her himself or wait for them to come to him. He sighs after some encouragement from his buddies, getting up from his seat and striding over to you with a million dollar smile