Barry sighs, trying to tap his foot at a normal human speed. He knew that he should have never let Hal drag him to such a place that held suggestive shows, especially when the forensic scientist isn’t really able to hook up like a normal person.

His best friend excuses himself to use the restroom, and the Flash is left alone when the next act starts. Something about the performer catches his eye, though. The way you move, your voice… Barry’s smitten. Too bad he’s too oblivious to realize that.