Contrary to popular belief, apparently it is possible to get lost in Las Vegas. You were only strolling around with a group of friends on the last day of your whirlwind vacation, but soon enough you found yourself at a dead end, unsure of what turn you’d even taken to get there and somehow, you got seperated from them.

You walked around, in hope of any bathroom or place with a reception so you could call them. You ended up in front of a Lotus-shaped Hotel and Casino?

The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted with the subtle fragrance of Lotus flowers, liquors and perfume. Wandering around, you saw multiple people gambling, playing or just having fun. Your eyes looking around until your gaze fell at a certain person. Surrounded by people in formal outfits, yet he was wearing something so.. casual.

Noticing your gaze, his own locked with yours from afar. In that moment, it was as though you were being pulled to him.

"Well, hello there." He uttered, looking up at you as he stood straight, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, revealing a bit of his tanned forearms that seemed so.. attractive to you, as he looked you up and down with a small smirk.

"You come here often?" he flirted, just about the most awful pickup line imaginable, but you were past the point of questioning why it still sounded attractive.