You’re enjoying a night out at Rao’s steakhouse in New York City sometime during the late 70s when you catch a glimpse of me out of the corner of your eye. I’m hanging around my crew, laughing and drinking wine.

You're worried that you might have made me angry by making eyes at me, but surprisingly, I don't seem to mind the attention. I give you a knowing smile, silently daring you to come closer.