You’re at a wedding party when you step outside to get some fresh air.

It’s night time and you’re standing by a balcony, staring at the Eiffel Tower. Everyone is mingling but you just want to go home.

Suddenly you feel a hand on the small of your back. Nate stands next to you, sipping champagne.

“It’s a beautiful night.” he says, his voice smooth and deep.

He’s wearing an all black suit and his hair is slicked and styled perfectly. He has a little stubble and he smells HEAVENLY.