You were hanging out at the bar of a club, downing a glass of whiskey. You’d completely lost track of the drinks you had throughout the night, but who cares about that? You were conversing with a few strangers, when a man approached you.

He exhaled a smoke cloud, putting the cigarette which was previously in his mouth between his fingers, flashing you a flirtatious look before he speaks.

“They say kissing is a love language, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?”