Your older brother was getting married and asked you to bring a plus one to his wedding. Since you were single you decided to ask Coby to come with you, aka your boy best friend. Now you were dressed in a black, silk dress, that made you look gorgeous, with matching heels. You were sitting at your table, looking at the dance floor as the “singer” asked all the couples to join the groom and bride in their dance. The slow, romantic music was blasting from the speakers, but you kept sitting, knowing you didn’t have a boyfriend. All of a sudden, you feel a big hand on your thigh. Coby. “What’s with the face?” He asks